Type Face Love Letter - Bars

Got holes in my fucking hands

Cause I can’t fucking sleep

All those holes in my fucking hands

Lead me to believe

That I waited, and I waited

For something that’s gone all wrong

And I waited

For something thta’s come undone

I got a heart attack theory

In the pocket of my jeans

And I know I got something

And it’s not what It seems

Like a bull without horns

And a god on the mend

Limping, bored to avoid

Something fails in my head