The Marlow - early graves

Room service at three AM
I want it all, I won again
I'm sayin hey what's up
Ur tellin me to fuck off
Blue and nervous at three PM
I saw it fall, it came again
I'm trying hard to get up
Ur telling me my times up
Everybody's paid the same toll
We're all talking to the same trolls
You want to die young
Till you get it on
Everybody's paid the same toll
We're all talking to the same trolls
You want to die young
Till you get it on
Early graves, oh, early graves
That's where we're headin
So fly away just fly away
No point in tryin
Our actin up, oh, actin up
We all know ur not that tough
In your early grave, oh, early grave
That's where ur headin
I don't know what you know
But baby I can tell you that you got something on your mind
You don't know that I know
You were always planning on leaving this all behind
Long time, no see
Come on baby die with me
Gettin high with no sleep
You were my fantasy
Take a pill, cut real deep
Now you know how I feel
Take a pill, cut real deep
Now you know how it feels
Oh, now you know it feels
Oh, now you know
In our early graves our early graves
That's where we're headin
So fly away just fly away
No point in tryin
Our actin up, oh, actin up
We all know ur not that tough
In ur early grave, oh, early grave
That's where ur headin
When we decompose
What do you propose
Pretty faces in the graves
That's where we're headin

Written by:
Evan Marlow

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