Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garret Thomas Hudish
Songwriter
Joseph Aydin Aybak
Songwriter
Lyrics
Cold window panes
Icey rain
And the white the sky
Consumes everything
In it's way
Stunned stunned stunned
Remember what I was
Once was
And it's never any fun
No fun
My trigger finger numb
To the gun
I sip too much
For a warmth
And I don't even want
A cure
It's been a strange life
With my work
I take it in stride
Thank god that I'm alive
Though I don't feel no pride
Accomplishments
Each new mark has a consequence
I feel no better
With my arms at rest
It's my fault
I've lost my grip
So just call it quits son
Cause I don't care
About your dirty laundry
Hang it up and air it out
We all got problems
Deep down in our heart beat
There's more shit
You'll learn about
Just play your part
And don't ever copy
They love a man who's original
You don't have to lend yourself to the army
To feel like you did something
Cause I have scars
That have better stories
I'm the one that lived to tell
And I sent bullets
That could stop any heart beat
And I'll see them
All in hell
I messaged you
There's no reply
And I don't wanna seem too needy
But still I only
Got these walls
And there's no other voice I'm receiving
I messaged you
There's no reply
And I don't wanna seem too needy
But still I only
Got these walls
And there's no other voice I'm receiving
Seasonal fuck you
Everyone else too
Seasonal fuck you
Everyone else too
Cause I don't care
About your dirty laundry
Hang it up and air it out
We all got problems
Deep down in our heart beat
There's more shit
You'll learn about
Just play your part
And don't ever copy
They love a man who's original
You don't have to lend
Yourself to the army
To feel like
You did something
Cause I have scars
That have better stories
I'm the one that lived to tell
And I sent bullets
That could stop any heart beat
And I'll see them
All in hell
Writer(s): Garret Hudish
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