Half Unconscious

Half unconscious, state of loving anything in the grave-bed

Hanging on to all I saw in you even though you had a pedestal

Buying in to every word you said, coming out of a one year older head

Taking what I needed from one of the nicest I could think of, you were my start off

Because of you the graveyard is singing

And because of you, you cause desolation

And because of you, I can't help but wonder what might've been

Maybe think I blamed you, cus this is a song of despise

I thought I loved you, but I won't forget what you did that night

And my best friend, they couldn't comprehend why I was so fucking mesmerised