the city still sleeps when i wake up
it's always ready to take my heart out
carry it all the way and bring it back to you
it's all the same under the moonlight
and i'm not and i'm not surprised you know,
i'm not surpised
that i hold your back
but i'll change you. i'll be your fresh wrist cut
wondering why won't you kill yourself in your home
with the silent walls
i will live on the weekend
i live for the weekend
worst night out, another time i'll stay at home trying to find out
is this my way?
is this my way?
or i'll end up bleeding on the floor
with the rise of the sun i think i'm done i think i'm done don't bother me to ask for more i don't know what i'm looking for what i'm looking for