377 Lyrics

Banquets 377

Trace back a breeze to the weather stripping
Here in this city, I can sleep in my clothes
I've got walls between my friends, and a bottle of Williams
The past is well behind me, I got good at letting go

I've burned
so many bridges I can barely count
Moving forward with a liar's mouth
I'm getting back what is due to me

You'll never smile, you'll never be right
I hope you're searching, while I found some spite
I'm better now that we don't speak

I lost my limbs to the weather stripping