In a
Room
In a room
Full of
1000 people I still look for you
With watered eyes and callused hands
Holding on like nothing left to do
Scraped my knees and elbows trying to fall for something close enough to you
The bitterness won't let 'em in
The bitterness won't let 'em in, it's new
I'll
I'll
I'll be better soon
Whatever better is
Wherever better is Imma be there soon
I'm getting by on cigarettes and fumes
But I pinky promise Imma be there soon
At least we made some memories
Whether bad or good
At least we made some
At least we made some
Whether bad or good
