Lowlife (ft Tyler Of Traitors)

I hate the memories these streets leave every night
Every night it’s the same damn lies
It’s about time that I fucking leave

I hate the memories these streets leave every night
Every night it’s the same damn lies
It’s about time that I fucking leave

I hate this place
I lay in this bed wasting away

Thinking of you
Every God damned day
Thinking of you

I got my head down in the back ground
I’m trying to fucking fade out
Cause I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here
And my hands are free and my heart hurts
And when you speak it just makes things worse
This space in the bed will be empty forever
When you’re here it’s supposed to feel better

How many friends do I have to fucking lose
Before I jump off of this chair attached to a noose
How many friends do I have to fucking lose
Before I lose you
How many friends do I have to fucking lose
Before I lose it all

I’m done with this place
With this place

I hate the memories these streets leave every night
I hate the memories you left me with
I hate the memories these streets leave
I hate you
I hate this place