Hardwell Close - The Murderburgers

Where do you suggest we go from here?

I hear it’s beautiful in Hell this time of year

Keep focusing on my neck

When I can’t get these dots to connect

Just do your best to write me out

Ignore every word that I say

I’ll reluctantly write this year off

And keep ignoring this headache and this cough

Then walk away from town following the dark clouds

Stare through a stranger in front of me

Zone right out, thought of checking myself into the Royal Infirmary

I used to pass by this guy trying to figure out the best way to slit his wrists

Some nights I thought of slowing down to see about trading tips

But instead I kept thinking of lines that help me through the night

Jon says it always rains in Scotland and he’s right

I miss that rain so fucking much right now

We spent this whole time hoping for something better

We spent this whole time praying for something better

We spent this whole time begging for something more than just a Punch right to

the gut

A razor blade right to the wrist

A kick right to the face

For each of the warning signs we missed

But even on the worst of days it made sense to me

Now I can’t see the sense in doing anything

And I used to see that sad, sad man with a broken guitar on every corner that I

turned

Now I barely see anyone

And I can’t help but miss everyone

And I barely see anyone

And I can’t help but miss everyone

And I barely see anyone

And I can’t help but miss everyone

Now I barely see anyone

And I can’t help but miss everyone