The Southside Choir Boys - Belongs to the Dead
Every day I try to be something I'm not
Every night I fall asleep with the lights on
Maybe today I'll feel better than before
But I'm not holding my breath
You make my weak at the knees
You make me strong when I am empty
I remember every single word you said to me
But I can hardly repeat them back
I woke up in a body bag
I closed my eyes, hit snooze a hundred more times
Then I felt the rush, I felt warm
I think I even felt happy
You make my weak at the knees
You make me strong when I am empty
I remember every single word you said to me
But I can hardly repeat them back
In a red room, full of strangers
I try to spot you, try to talk to you
In a red room, fill of strangers
I try to smile at you from afar
Written by:
David Luecke
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