歌词
I don't got a lot of friends left
What's left of them is what left of me
And yeah, I've only got a pack left
What's left of it's too far for me to see
I've only got a single rib left
Not enough for you to climb up to me
Experience and try to reflect
In all the facets of my shattering reality
I'm waiting for the last one to hurt less
Guess I'll stick out moving on until the next
The rage works its way up into my chest
Though I'm bleeding, baby you're the best
Your pretty hands just don't remember
The way my stomach seems to realize
And what we did and said last summer
Sits on my back till I'm immobilized
I don't think back to when we started
Don't think about when you were with me
No sense in being broken-hearted
Wait until the moment I was too blind to see
I'm waiting for the last one to hurt less
Guess I'll stick out moving on until the next
The rage works its way up into my chest
Though I'm bleeding, baby you're the best
I'm waiting for the last one to hurt less
Guess I'll stick out moving on until the next
The rage works its way up into my chest
Though I'm bleeding, baby you're the best
Though I'm bleeding, baby you're the best
Though I'm bleeding, baby you're the best