Scapegoat Wets the Whistle - As Friends Rust

I wouldn’t mind being alone

If I could find a way for me to not be there

I just can’t shake me

Bled being dry dry, a weight that broke my back

Back to an unhealthy habit (at).

Back

You know that «message in a bottle»?

Well I had to drink to get it out

I still can’t decipher the code

There’s so much more to shout about

I hate it when I breathe;

I hate it when I’m me

I thought I could take a break

Don’t you have more to shout about?

Is that what made us friends?

Is that what made me okay?

Is that all there was to me?

Back.

And its a shame we view this as a loss of faith, or loss of trust

We’ve got all this time, but we’ve got no lives