Your Shoe's Don't Match Your Skeleton's - Carridale

It’s 3 a.

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And I spent the last hour of my life

Hearing how selfish and worthless I am

And how you think I should make it right

I don’t see this working out

Because I changed the way that you perceive me

Our clock is winding down

And I don’t think I want to stop you from leaving

It seams that I can breathe without you pulling all your strings

I’ve got to keep my head

You said all the things I knew you would

Like how I’m better off dead

So bury me, bury me

I’ve got to keep my head

You said all the things I knew you would

I’m better off dead

So bury me, bury me

I’ve made mistakes

But you’re infatuated with all the hate

That you’re throwing my way

But you’ve had bones stacked in your closet for decades

I martyr myself and I hope you’ll be there

I hate myself because I let it get here

Sometimes the best things in life are never what was meant to be

It seams that I can breathe without you pulling all your fucking strings

I’ve got to keep my head

You said all the things I knew you would

Like how I’m better off dead

So bury me, bury me

I’ve got to keep my head

You said all the things I knew you would

I’m better off dead

So bury me, bury me

Bury me, bury me

And I give up

It seems the self destruction just doesn’t suit me

No matter how fast I fall apart

I give up

It seems the self destruction just doesn’t suit me

No matter how fast I fall apart

Because I’m too proud

To abuse myself how you’d see fit, I

I take my pride a little far

I’ve got to keep my head

You said all the things I knew you would

Like how I’m better off dead

So bury me, bury me

I’ve got to keep my head

You said all the things I knew you would

I’m better off dead

So bury me, bury me

So bury me, bury me