Song | June |
Artist | My Iron Lung |
Album | Relief |
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First wave, crashing in | |
Contemplate my beliefs | |
it’s just these memories I wish I could get out of my head | |
I’ll dwell on things I can’t ever change | |
I never had a clear view on them anyways | |
These memories | |
He’s twenty three just like me | |
the mother cried so hard at the funeral home | |
picking a casket for her son | |
she didn’t think it would come in her lifetime | |
but it did | |
again again again | |
What makes you really hurt | |
What makes you do the things you do | |
that hurt everyone else | |
it leaves another mark | |
that won’t ever watch off | |
that won’t ever disappear | |
Feeling discontent | |
that no one knew you had | |
that no one could fix | |
it whispers in the wind | |
Goodbye | |
Every chance I get i’ll find another way | |
to keep things off my mind | |
He meant, he felt it, the needle pushed deep in his skin | |
as deep as it goes it haunts | |
as long as I wait for things to change | |
it never cleans up the same | |
these broken dreams this broken life | |
it’ll never be fixed it’ll never be |
First wave, crashing in | |
Contemplate my beliefs | |
it' s just these memories I wish I could get out of my head | |
I' ll dwell on things I can' t ever change | |
I never had a clear view on them anyways | |
These memories | |
He' s twenty three just like me | |
the mother cried so hard at the funeral home | |
picking a casket for her son | |
she didn' t think it would come in her lifetime | |
but it did | |
again again again | |
What makes you really hurt | |
What makes you do the things you do | |
that hurt everyone else | |
it leaves another mark | |
that won' t ever watch off | |
that won' t ever disappear | |
Feeling discontent | |
that no one knew you had | |
that no one could fix | |
it whispers in the wind | |
Goodbye | |
Every chance I get i' ll find another way | |
to keep things off my mind | |
He meant, he felt it, the needle pushed deep in his skin | |
as deep as it goes it haunts | |
as long as I wait for things to change | |
it never cleans up the same | |
these broken dreams this broken life | |
it' ll never be fixed it' ll never be |
First wave, crashing in | |
Contemplate my beliefs | |
it' s just these memories I wish I could get out of my head | |
I' ll dwell on things I can' t ever change | |
I never had a clear view on them anyways | |
These memories | |
He' s twenty three just like me | |
the mother cried so hard at the funeral home | |
picking a casket for her son | |
she didn' t think it would come in her lifetime | |
but it did | |
again again again | |
What makes you really hurt | |
What makes you do the things you do | |
that hurt everyone else | |
it leaves another mark | |
that won' t ever watch off | |
that won' t ever disappear | |
Feeling discontent | |
that no one knew you had | |
that no one could fix | |
it whispers in the wind | |
Goodbye | |
Every chance I get i' ll find another way | |
to keep things off my mind | |
He meant, he felt it, the needle pushed deep in his skin | |
as deep as it goes it haunts | |
as long as I wait for things to change | |
it never cleans up the same | |
these broken dreams this broken life | |
it' ll never be fixed it' ll never be |