Walked 10 miles to a hole in the ground
The only ghosts that I see are pieces of you still reflected in me
I hope you destroy yourself
Drive fast into the burning bridge
And leave me on the side of the road
But you'll live
It will be a ritual of remembering
Hang your family from your living room ceiling fan with your small intestine
But they'll live and it will be
A ritual of remembering
You said no matter how many candles I light in a black mass
It will never change everything that i still lack
But I'm still waiting for pieces of your ear in the mail
And I'm still carving "I am my own god"
Deeper into my forearm every day
So what the fuck has changed?
Yellow paint won't save the world, my little Van Gogh
And you deserve so much happiness
You deserve so much more than this
You deserve so much more than this
The only ghosts that I see are pieces of you still reflected in me
I hope you destroy yourself
Drive fast into the burning bridge
And leave me on the side of the road
But you'll live
It will be a ritual of remembering
Hang your family from your living room ceiling fan with your small intestine
But they'll live and it will be
A ritual of remembering
You said no matter how many candles I light in a black mass
It will never change everything that i still lack
But I'm still waiting for pieces of your ear in the mail
And I'm still carving "I am my own god"
Deeper into my forearm every day
So what the fuck has changed?
Yellow paint won't save the world, my little Van Gogh
And you deserve so much happiness
You deserve so much more than this
You deserve so much more than this
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