dead hair

Burning out, you will see I'm the pain you need to feed Feeling loved, cuts too deep Run away, I'm ugly Why do you bleed for me Dark days, cold nights Fucked up in the backseat Cigarettes, streetlights Head laying on her body Eyes closed, smoke in the air Playing with my dead hair Drop down, fall in the bed Next day and you're still here Your breath is on my cheek Crawling inside me Crawling inside me Losing touch, can't you see I'm the drug that makes you bleed Chasing highs, crashing lows Living fast, dying slow Dying slow Dying slow Dying slow Dark days, cold nights Fucked up in the backseat Cigarettes, streetlights Head laying on her body Eyes closed, smoke in the air Playing with my dead hair Drop down, fall in the bed Next day and you're still here Your breath is on my cheek Crawling inside me Crawling inside me Crawling inside me