Spit Me Out
you are in my hands and Im holding on
I can control this
I can control this
But there is something digging a hole
There's no way I'm letting go
please, I don't want to let go.
As you fall over the rusty rail
I scream in terror, bloody terror
And I grab your dark blue hand
I can't hold all of your weight
It's all my fault, my fault.
Remember when we used to sing so loud
They crash around me
they crash around me
I was holding on so tight to you
You were caught up in all the chaos
you cut me up, spit me out
As you fall over the rusty rail
I scream in terror, bloody terror
And I grab your dark blue hand
I can't hold all of your weight
It's all my fault, my fault.
But it's not my fault
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