Type Face Love Letter

Got holes in my fucking hands
Cause I can't fucking sleep
All those holes in my fucking hands
Lead me to believe
That I waited, and I waited
For something that’s gone all wrong
And I waited
For something thta's come undone
I got a heart attack theory
In the pocket of my jeans
And I know I got something
And it's not what It seems
Like a bull without horns
And a god on the mend
Limping, bored to avoid
Something fails in my head