Bite

Say something pretty

When you're around

Fear in the moment

Covered in dirt

Chance leads to maybe

For what it's worth

Staring at the TV

You know it won't work

That's love

You're knocked out

I'm sleeping this feeling out

Be good to yourself

You're burnt on both hands

I see so much clearer to where it began

Sensations costly

I feel so much better

Staring at the ceiling

Got love for us all

What was your poor mother thinking?

I know the temperature is warm

I'm in the next room, sinking

Falling apart, finding a reason

What was your poor mother thinking?

I know the temperature is warm

I'm in the next room, sinking

Falling apart, finding a reason

You're knocked out

I'm sleeping this feeling out

Lost

I found my way

Through constant debate

Coma like state

Lost

I found my way

Through constant debate

Coma like state

Lost

I found my way

Through constant debate

Coma like state

Lost

I found my way

Through constant debate

Coma like state

Lost

I found my way

Through constant debate

Coma like state

Lost

I found my way

Through constant debate

Coma like state

Lost

I found my way

Through constant debate

Coma like state