Gloom Boys

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It's kind of messed up, the only time I write is when I'm stressed or sad and turn out the lights. I'm afraid I messed up and I'm not worth my blisters 'cause birthdays and Christmas are not on my wish list.

I like happy songs with titles that don't match at all. So spin the bottle in your brain and match your weakness with a name.

You're so cold, I've got to know what made you so scared to be alone. I've got to know what chilled your bones that wasn't me?

When I feel brave and gather my words. My speech I gripped starts to slip and slur. I don't want this black cloud anymore, I don't want this dead doubt anymore. Weighing me down, stressing me out.

I like happy songs with titles that don't match at all. So spin the bottle in your brain and match your weakness with a name.

I like happy songs that sound nice, even when their word's like dog bites, cutting through my hands 'cause feeling is a rare thing for me.

On my ceiling.

You're so cold, I've got to know what made you so scared to be alone. I've got to know what chilled your bones that wasn't me? [ x2 ]

I brought a knife to a gun fight. I brought my words to a fist fight. I brought my hell to you. And now the boys are back, the boys are sad.

I brought a knife to a gun fight. I brought my words to a fist fight. I brought my hell to you.

Now the boys are back, the boys are sad. [ x4 ]

You're so cold, I've got to know what made you so scared to be alone. I've got to know what chilled your bones that wasn't me? [ x2 ]

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