Broken Bottles Songtext

we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to grow up

we're riding a low where the blood thins from those long nights

the room spins as i watch you turn

waiting for the words

we're so sick of being alone

so come over stay longer

wasting time on mistakes we've made

my eyes will tell you i haven't slept for days

we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to crawl home

were riding a low, where nothing make us whole

so we'll bend our backs back to the start

and start again
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