as these embers move so close to me, closer to my skin and setting me inflames. as these embers plague my lungs, stealing breathes from me and turning my lungs black and blue. now the echo, it cuts through me like the stare upon your face the day you found out. now the echo it cuts through me like the pulse of your beating heart the day you found. and all i ever wanted was to break these two lungs in. gotta get them use to breathing, gotta get them use to bleeding. gotta get this neck use to your cold hands. we've got the bright lights shining, the waves are breaking. i always do something drastic to keep you shaking and then we start it all over again. if i broke free tomorrow would you be there to search for the moments lost. if i could die tonight then i would. it wouldnt be at your lose.
Something Isn`t Right by A Small Victory | Lyricster
Days of the Week (Karaoke Version) - Originally Performed By the Stone Temple Pilots