Lyrics: Victoria Backle
Music: Victoria Backle
I'm down on my luck
Reading up on my loneliness
and I'm keeping my quietness at bay
I'm looking around
For that golden hand to pass it down
Yeah, I'm still waiting on my big break
'Cause seeing stars is better than going blind
But I'd sell my bones for a taste of the rind.
When the rest of the world has stopped in its tracks
I'll cut open my chest because I want it so bad.
I want it so bad.
Some people say
Don't love and lose; don't love in the first place.
Only the worst is yet to be seen.
So I'm packing a bag
Running away to my promised land
Away from all the things you said we'd be.
Because moving too fast is better than standing still
I'd drink the poison just to swallow that pill.
At the end of the day, if I can stand myself
It's worth sifting through a bit of that hell.
A bit of that hell, oh oh
A bit of that hell, oh oh
Because moving too fast is better than standing still
I'd drink the poison just to swallow that pill.
At the end of the day, if I can stand myself
It's worth sifting through a bit of that hell.