歌词
Waking up at 3 a.m., drowning in the haze
Of broken dreams and broken promises
Scared of making no fucking difference
Could you answer me and tell me the truth?
Leaving this place so empty-handed
Beaten down with a bad taste in my mouth
Leaving this place so empty-handed
Beaten down with a bad taste in my mouth
Until it falls apart
Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete
Puncture my ribs like something more
With beaten, bruised, and drunken heart
Waking up at 3 a.m., waking up at 3 a.m.
Waking up to nothing
Leaving this place so empty-handed
Beaten down with a bad taste in my mouth
Leaving this place so empty-handed
Beaten down with a bad taste in my mouth
Until it falls apart
Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete
Puncture my ribs like something more
With beaten, bruised, and drunken heart
Coins across the floor, seasons burden me
And made the emptiness complete
Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete
Puncture my ribs like something more
With beaten, bruised, and drunken heart
Broken foundation
With beaten, bruised, and drunken heart
Broken foundation
With beaten, bruised, and drunken heart
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