This Is Fucking Tragic - The Impossibles

We’ve come to feel so cold

I can’t stand waiting

Here in your hand I fold

To keep from breaking

Down turned and wearing thin

I put myself in

Your shoes have left you broken

Blistered, bleeding, and bruised

(I thought you loved me)

Tonight

I’d give you my life

Just to die

At your side

I would give you my life

Just to keep receiving that lost feeling

Salting open wounds

With words you can’t help but

Here is my last goodnight

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight