Thoughts Like These

I don’t know what I can give anymore

I’ve tried it all before

I wanna put this to rest

Along with our regrets

Kill the lights and become a recluse

Try so hard to cover up the bruise

It seems impossible to swallow thoughts like these

I’m trying for the keys

Just let the people clean up the mess they made

And don’t be afraid

Kill the lights and become a recluse

Try so hard to cover up the bruise