Текст: Sinking Ships. Exit Strategy.

Holding on so tight to those words. I never wanted to watch them leave my lips, as you left. And now they're gone for good. Trying to make the best of a bad situation worse. You fucked up everything you had. What's gone is gone, and I'm never coming back. We never stood a chance. We never stood a chance in hell, to see this through. But what the fuck were we supposed to do when everything you love ends up in ruin at the touch. I'm sorry, but things had to end this way. Kids like us know how to live and die without. Goodbyes are meaningless without. The things you want so bad are always out of reach