death of klara (late bloom) Lyrics

It's nothing at all

It's all the same

Delete the files

They'll never be found

To think how all those days just disappear

As everything you did just fades away

Crush the cassette tape

You don't want to hear it

Destroy the files you were too afraid to show your friends

Burn the fucking photographs

You don't look like that

Forget the time you spent

Trying to find yourself

Get out of the bed

It's too cliché

Try to fall to rest inside your head

You don't seem to get

That in the end

Everything will be as dead

And everything

You ever felt

And every touch

You might as well

If not for the shame

It's the silliest thing

Cancer cells

In a sense

So cut it out

from time to time

leave behind

Discover why

You could try way too hard

You could give it everything you've got

But I'll be here

And I'll be here

And I'll stay here

You could try way too hard

You could give it everything you've got

But I'm not there

And I'm not there

I won't be there

At all

It's nothing personal

It was never personal at all

Live like it meant something

It doesn't mean anything at all

It's nothing personal

It was never personal at all

Used to think it meant something

It doesn't mean anything at

You don't seem to get

That in the end

Everything will be as dead

And everything

You ever felt

And every touch

You might as well

It's the silliest thing

As years go by

Lyrics memorised

Explaining why

These things never turn out how you want

But you knew that from the start

(I never tried too hard)

You could try way too hard

You could give it everything you've got

But I'll be here

And I'll be here

And I'll stay here

You could try way too hard

You could give it everything you've got

But I'm not there

And I'm not there

I won't be there

At all

It's nothing personal

It was never personal at all

Act like it meant something

It doesn't mean anything at all

It's nothing personal

It was never personal at all

Act like it meant something

It doesn't mean anything at

One less week til summer ends

And I'll never see you again

And all I've ever know is gone

Three more years of maybe friends

And eye contact that never ends

And I've waited so fucking long

I promise that I will look back

From time to time

It's embarrassing

It's a stupid hell

It's a stupid thing

But split in two

There might be hope

For me and you