I guess it's this again,
Playing detective on my own blackout again,
I'm fucked, I'm done, I'm in the gutter then,
I'm waking up, remembering things I can't defend.
I can't forget all of these empty feelings.
I have so much regret, I feel it sinking deeper.
I hope it hurts,
That I won't remember the sound of your voice or the poems you wrote.
And it works both ways this I've learned is true.
I cannot spend another second looking at you,
It hurts my eyes.
I tried to remember the good times, but I can't remember the good times.
I can't forget all of these empty feelings.
I have so much regret, I feel it sinking deeper.
I hope it hurts,
That i won't remember the sound of your voice or the poems you wrote.
*hi-hat 4 count*
*twinkles*
I can't forget all of these empty feelings.
I have so much regret, I feel it sinking deeper.
I hope it hurts,
That I won't remember the sound of your voice or the poems you wrote.
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