All the Good It Would've Done
Lyrics
Coming down never hurt as much as yesterday does
Like pumping drugs into my own blood
I'll feel the rust of a spent syringe
I'll keep in time with the model kids
And hope no one notices
Eventually my drinks will be the death of me and breath will leave
And if I have a soul I'll feel the flames
I found a piece of glass to cure my aching
In the shape of a bottle that will aid this waking
Nightmare but I'm sure it will speed up my aging
And kill me from the inside like I've been craving
A lonely mind and idle hands can make the devil work
Too much of a good thing can still make you hurt
An elixir or a mixture of chemicals to numb
Will be the only thing they remember when you inevitably succumb
To the dying wish you never realized you even had
You'll tear apart your flesh because you need it so fucking bad
When you finally wake up to nothing or a hospital
Remember that filling a hole with a void is impossible
I found a piece of glass to cure my aching
In the shape of a bottle that will aid this waking
Nightmare but I'm sure it will speed up my aging
And kill me from the inside like I've been craving
Writer(s): Zakkary Moreno
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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