Lambourne - Body Bags

I'm not a mess
I'm not a freak
It's not like you care at all
That I'm on my feet
I'm so afraid
To let you see
Every part of me I hate can't let you in
But I know the sun sets still
My heart is setting, I can't let you go
I'm on my death bed for real
No room for two in body bags I hope you know
He was but a boy, all he want is love
Now he feel destroyed, everyone above
Now his heart is stuck pretending that she loved
Keep him in a cycle, never end-
Ain't that funny
That girl you once fell for look more like a dummy
The seasons shift, the flowers bloom, I'm sinking in
And the sun sets still
My heart is setting, I can't let you go
I'm on my death bed for real
No room for two in body bags I hope you know
Maybe I'm a narcissistic hypochondriac
But all I ever wanted was for you to call me back
It's too much to ask for love, too much to ask for us
It's too much to ask for love, too much to ask for us
But the sun sets still
My heart is setting, I can't let you go
I'm on my death bed for real
No room for two in body bags I hope you know
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Written by:
Peyton Lambourne

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