LYRIC

“I am an old god.”
You forgot to turn off his alarm clock
I had the same kind of dream on the floor last night
Where everybody I like dies

“I’m no good at being alone,” but here I go

Bad blood
Are you holding hands under a drug rug?
Are you still cleaning up where the spirit was?
Keep it under a cold lock

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