Red Output - The Sunday Rose Bar

Glass shards on the ceiling
My hands can't touch the walls
My brain is bleeding
Mercury's receding
And for my mistakes, I've made them all
Nothing to lose
No angel left to fall
Dark ash seeping through the windows of my room
My brain is leaking
The twisted rose bar tune
And for my mistakes, I've made them all
Nothing to lose
No angel left to fall
It's got me running
Towards the feeling
And now it seems like it is so far gone
I'm chased outside my mind
What's hurting
I've lost all touch and I feel as though I'm drifting to my past
I hope it doesn't last
Portraits on the ceiling
From those who came before
The lurking memories
Painted red into the floor
And for my mistakes, I've made them all
Nothing to lose
No angel left to fall
I've been drifting but my mind can't fall asleep
So if my eyes close
I'm drowning in the sheets
And for my mistakes, I've made them all
Nothing to lose
No angel left to fall
It's got me running
Towards the feeling
And now it seems like it is so far gone
I'm chased outside my mind
What's hurting
I've lost all touch and I feel as though I'm drifting to my past
I hope it doesn't last
Sunday Rose Bar
Get in your car and fly away
Sunday Rose Bar
Get in your car and fly away
Pack your birthday cake
Words are too cliche
Crimson doorways out in the back
But you can stay
Glass shards on the floor
You should make mistakes
Earn your recipe
Burn your bed and sleep

Written by:
Brent Watts, Nolan Hutton, Ryan O'Donnell, Thomas Beech

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