Memorial Field - Title Fight

It was quiet while we walked through Kingston

Hand in hand, the streetlights led us to where you lived

We were alone and all you could say was

«All good things must come to an end»

You said the words in my mouth were more alive than I was

I guess I don’t belong here

I guess I don’t belong

Why not tie a noose around my neck?

I’m sure it’d be much more subtle than everything that you said

I’ve played your games too many times and I’ve grown tired

Yeah, I’m tired

So deal with it

Can’t sleep, can’t think tonight

I’m stuck

I can’t get out of this