the church of shooting yourself Lyrics

Sun in the sky

Blanket of golden

I'm getting tired

And you're getting old

And I know no one

Ever gets away

Tired of sleeping

All through the evening

Headphones are bleeding

But I know that

You aren't the one to blame

Tired of the weekend

Just want a weekday

I'm a weak person

But I know that

You and me are both the same

Go on and cry

Go on and cry for me

Cry for me

Cry

Dead on arrival

Dead in the water

You cried out for something

Why even bother

You drowned there

In front of your mother's house

Well fuck my god

And fuck these friends

I'm so tired of this shit all over again

I wanna go home

Run away

Run away

Gone

I'll see you when they cut me up and throw me in the lawn