Yeah I’ve got some scars locked up inside
At night I curl up to them and hide
I feel the blood behind my face
It’s cold as [bad word]  I’m cold as [bad word] You make a [bad word] poor shadow of
son, a man, a fighter
You make a [bad word] poor shadow of
wife, a friend, a lover
I keep my heart tied to a lie
I feel at rest when others cry
I know at best I’m just a 6...
But we’re pushing 12 when our fevers mix
I don’t much care what people say
I’ll find my path in my own way
I’ve done my time and I’ve had my share
And I’m bored as [bad word] ..I’m bored as [bad word] Show me a sign
Show me the way down
I swear it’s real, cause to me it’s real
I found my pulse and it’s even keeled
This [bad word] it leaks out from my mouth
Just know this love will last for...always
And always I’ll wait
I gave up chasing anything [bad word] to me or it’s dead to me
I know more than I thought I knew
I feel at home in black and blue
Yeah I’ve got some scars locked up inside
At night I curl up to them and hide
I feel the blood behind my face
It’s cold as [bad word]  and I’m cold as [bad word] This world is broke. Aren’t I?
This world is broke and so are we