dust rigs

And all these thoughts of you, just shaking my whole body to my head

I hope it all goes quiet soon, just carry on pretending I am dead

There's not a

Sob story in the world that can fix that trust

But if it's ever burning bridges, then it's fix or bust

Keep running running circles nothing seems to change

I'm just done with being anxious; done with taking blame

With my patience running thin, my heart ticks like a clock

And with every pulse a bit of joy and love is lost

'Till I hate the way you laugh and love to hate your guts

Now I'm nothing short of broken; heart consumed by rust