paroles de chanson Blister - FLOURYSH

The things that you gave to me
A postcard, a letter of remorse
And on my 18th, I stayed
You hid all your simple pleas
Your wishing, you're beating a dead horse
And back in '18, I prayed

When I think it's all over
You come fully dressed
In the red august fog
That you steal from the west
I'll tell all of my friends
That we talk every day
That I know how you're doing
Every thought in your brain

A continual pattern of lying for months
But you'll come back to me when you're lost
Did you think you were slick showing up at my shift
Or maybe I'm the one who's been sick