Sir Sly

Little Deaths

Sir Sly


And I'm fed up with little deaths
Pretend I'm free of consequences
I see it now I made a mess
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette

I don't know how to be alone
Never learned to face the unknown
I don't know how to be alone
Shallow breaths as panic grows

I needed you to fix me
Now I need a pick-me-up
Out of habits and I'm out of good luck
All out of habits and I'm out of good luck

Well I'm fed up with loneliness
Light me up a little bit of tenderness
And I think Gotyе sang it best
I made my bed but I don't wanna liе in it
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette

I don't know how to be alone
Never learned to face the unknown
I don't know how to be alone
Shallow breaths as panic grows

I needed you to fix me

I might be alone
I'm glad to be alive
Not quite alone
I'm glad to be alive
I'm not alone
The best I do is try
And try
And try
And try
Try to be alive

I don't know how to be alone
Never learned to face the unknown
I don't know how to be alone
Shallow breaths as panic grows

I'm fed up with these little deaths
Done clinging on like lips cling to a cigarette
I'm fed up with these little deaths
Done clinging on like lips cling to a cigarette

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