lame death

by fake blood

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released May 22, 2014

✄ recorded and produced by justin lombardo

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Track Name: ghosting
drink yourself to death out on the porch out in the hall
remember what its like to have our hands pressed on the walls
i am feeling the effects and i am far too sad to talk
i know you don't get it, so maybe you could watch
i wanna focus on the ceiling
i am ghosting through the walls
i don’t care how much you love me
i’ll be floating in the hall
i hate you when you’re drinking, you keep rolling up your sleeves
fuck you when i’m crying, you are why i want to leave
moral fibers shaky, and i am doing this for you
you can’t get too upset when you find out i have come unglued
i wanna focus on the ceiling
i am ghosting through the walls
i don’t care how much you love me
i’ll be floating in the hall
you hit me right in front of her then kiss me on my head
so i can’t help but wishing i’d curl up and die right in my bed
thinking with your hands would make us good people, you thought
i know how much you love me, but i keep thinking maybe not
Track Name: sheets
i should have known you wouldn’t tell me
it’s like youre still afraid to hurt me
so you ignore and just avoid it
you’re a son of a bitch
everyday my questioning gets gradually worse
you’re looking pale and sickly
breathing heavy under sheets
i stare at pink creases above me
i don’t know how to be
your bodies too warm next to me
when we breathe the sheets heave
and every time i can taste myself bleed
open mouth trailing up and down the parts of you that i wanted
the dead space that i shared with you i guess i took for granted
Track Name: temples
temples bruise too easily
road barrier comes too close to me
breathing in carpet smells
you sealed the box, shipped me to hell
your glowing screen fucks me up inside
can't throw up, I try
convulsing shakes you from your sleep
lying down in the street screaming hate my fucked up dreams
wish i could leave
but you’re more than anything
i've been whispering in the dark to my sheets
i've been biting my tongue
i've been hugging my knees
you could be so good for me