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letra de d.m.l. - prawphit

verse 1:
if memories are all we have, then forgetting things won’t solve the math
and you could readily just “let it be” and all of that
or you could dread the seas with desperate dreams falling back
there’s an arrogance in fearing the unknown
an apparent sense of apparel when steering in some snow
it’s the carelessness of a cherished bliss that clearly isn’t whole
if it’s cherished then why are you so f-ckin’ careful when you go?
and it’s tearing at soul, yeah, it’s tearing at me so
i wish you could’ve seen everything that you dreamed
blowin’ on some green, missin’ a part of the team
holdin’ onto scenes, twistin’ my heart out on beats
those stolen moments frozen, sh-t, it’s the art of defeat
that makes it harder to breathe like a car parked in the heat
i’m starting to think it was wrong of me to be so far out of reach
i just hope you departed in peace

chorus:
they say the good die young is so cliche
but there isn’t another way to express the pain
2x

verse 2:
the last time we spoke you was shootin’ up c0ke
said you had been stuck chasin’ dragons and were losin’ control
i told you to get help but that view wasn’t old
“that sh-t isn’t cool” wasn’t news to you so…
you shrugged it off and whatnot, showed me your closet full of crops
then proceeded to tie yourself off on the spot
heated it in a spoon, took it all in a shot
those track marks had your arms lookin’ like a vinyl
and with that black tar it isn’t hard to hook you into cycles
that dragon is elusive you won’t see him near again
in fact he’ll just ruin what you hold dear in the end
last i heard you were clean, travellin’ words of relief
back to work in the scene, attackin the world in repeat
we tend to overuse our bad days as a way to impede
the golden truth that we choose to back away from defeat
i was home for a few days last may in the e
when i was told the news that you had p-ssed away in your sleep

chorus
4x

- prawphit

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