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©2016 by Bury MIA.

Say This

 

You’re sober and I’m drunk,
Filling my beak right to the lips,
Then spit my eyes out bawling,
I fight all night, you broke it up,
Peeling the gravel from my skin,
Pretend I’m sitting pretty.

You can wipe my mouth the way that you do since we’ve been fading after school,
You can wipe my mouth like you’re the silent type, you can’t say why.

You’re too late to say this, (And you’re fucking right)
And you’re too late to save us.

I victimized your trust,
Hiding the world inside a grin,
My friend, my chests wide open,

You can wipe my mouth the way that you do since we’ve been fading after school,
You can wipe my mouth like you’re the silent type, you can’t say why.

 

You’re too late to say this, (And you’re fucking right)
And you’re too late to save us.

 

You’re too late to say this, (And you’re fucking right)
And you’re too late to save us.

You’re too late to save (you’re too late to save),

You’re too late to save us.

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