Glory The Airborne Toxic Event

When I think about the truth sometimes
While sitting up alone late
Listening for my heart at night, just to hear it beat
And it's got a hole
There's something wrong, there's something more

'Cause I gave up on believing it
I was just a little, lone bottle babe
Howling in an empty room, just sitting inside for days
We got to perform it, we got to put our best faces on

So people come and go and then disappear for days
So you spend your whole life watching lovе like staring through a haze

For glory is not my friend
I nеver win when I try to win
I just lose it all again
And the story I tell myself: it's not your fault, it's not yourself
You were just never born not to win

But I'm sick of lonely mornings, I'm sick of thinking about it
I keep thinking it might change someday
But goddamn I truly doubt it

But it hurts too much to think, and it hurts too much to know it
And it hurts too much to hold too tight, then it hurts when you let go of it
It just fucking hurts all the time, that's why we never notice it