A Loss For Words - Mt. St. Joseph
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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How can you sit there in your room like a caged up refugee?
Barely alive and all worn out with the fake plastic trees.
Is it the only thing that makes you feel like life has meaning?
The scars are tattooed down your arms.
All we wait for is everything that used to matter.
Now all that's left is our hope and battle scars.
All we wait for is everything that used to matter.
It's too damn hard to watch you fall apart.
What are you trying to find
driving late with no headlights?
When you go down that road
you can never go home again.
Can't lie around all day, blood and bone and tooth decay.
Down here, you know, no one ever survives.
All we wait for is everything that used to matter.
Now all that's left is our hope and battle scars.
All we wait for is eve