Darkeve

On a dark evening
We would watch the stars gently swim
One of us bleeding
It’s so easy to cut my skin
Says he’s better off when
The doors closing and you’re holding him
Watch him finish of the Jin
Heed no signal to begin turning

Cry to the chorus
We will ride into the folding sun
Look at those poor fish
They got something to believe in hun
Dealing with my shit
I don’t wish to be on my own
Look at the poor kids
They got something to believe in son

Coffee stained and spread into my brain
And it all turned to glitter when I sang at the rain
We’ll walk into fire and come dancing on thе other side
As we slowly losе our minds