lyrics for me.

Jealousy is the hand that holds your strings
Four limbs going up and down in motions
That you just cant shake.
Memory serves, you don’t pay the bill
And then forgetting once or twice
You never will.

Sometimes death is a fortune that we try to fake
You’re walking round and round in circles
Plowing your own grave.
To forfeit the debt, but then hesitate
Telling me there’s no good time
Just no escape.

I hear your voice, and you’re so curious
So goddamn curious, you try to fabricate
The makes, the breaks, the aches, misfortunes
Of what
we used to be.

Come on, skinny lover,
You could make good use of your time,
and your blind energy.
Like picking out the only dime
in a box of one hundred pennies.

Imagine the world, corrupt and paralyzed
Drunk as hell and throwing fists and curses
To a wall of lies.
This is not the sound of my heart break
I swallowed your last request
Oxygen came too late.

I hear your voice, and you’re so curious
So goddamn curious you try to fabricate
The makes, the breaks, the aches, and misfortunes
Of what
we want to be.

I hear your voice, and you’re so curious
So goddamn curious you try to fabricate
The makes, the breaks, the aches, and misfortunes
Of what
we want to be.
What we want to be.
What we used to be.