

RevisionsI walked through the saints and most of the liars Couldn't reach you through the satellites So I suicided like birds playing hopscotch on the wires I chugged and chugged till I seaped through the cracks Made of five hundered proof Burned along the coast like the life of a match (Can't ever say that I didn't try my best) Thank god I can hardly taste myself anymore (Can't remember where I've been)Revisions
Been down to the banks and tossed myself in the sand (And I'll breathe it all in) Been burying my body underneath your bedroom floors
(Just to be where you always paced before)