| I’m finding clarity in kerosene
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| Incinerating all these memories
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| I haven’t spoke to you since 17
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| Just thought I’d let you know, you’re dead to me
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| You found yourself in drugs and nicotine
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| A hollow body like a figurine
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| I always felt like an accessory
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| There’s love and hate but this was in between
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| And all I know
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| Is that there’s clarity in kerosene
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| And all I know
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| You can’t take back the things you said to me
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| I hope you choke in your sleep
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| While you’re dreaming of me
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| Suffocate in your sheets
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| I’ll be the last thing you see
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| And I can see it, looking back now
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| Every day you’d try to put me in the background
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| I wasted all this fucking time on you
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| Every word you said to me, I knew it wasn’t true
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| Roll around with that chip on my shoulder
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| I told myself that it would change when I’m older
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| But it’s getting harder and I swear to God
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| That if I had the chance, I would take all the moments
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| I spent steady, waiting and losing my patience
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| You fucked with my head, know that I couldn’t take it
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| And I can’t forgive you
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| No, I won’t forgive you
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| I hope you choke in your sleep
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| While you’re dreaming of me
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| Suffocate in your sheets
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| I’ll be the last thing you see
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| I’m finding clarity in kerosene
|
| Incinerating all these memories
|
| I haven’t spoke to you since 17
|
| Just thought I’d let you know, you’re dead to me
|
| You found yourself in drugs and nicotine
|
| A hollow body like a figurine
|
| I always felt like an accessory
|
| There’s love and hate but this was in between
|
| And all I know
|
| Is that there’s clarity in kerosene
|
| And all I know
|
| You can’t take back the things you said to me
|
| I hope you choke in your sleep
|
| While you’re dreaming of me
|
| Suffocate in your sheets
|
| I’ll be the last thing you see
|
| I hope you choke in your sleep
|
| While you’re dreaming of me
|
| Suffocate in your sheets
|
| I’ll be the last thing you see |