Sad days

take our ashes and mix them into a potion,

Take my heart and you can throw it in the ocean.

I'm tired of war and all of the comotion

I'm tired of fake tears mixed with real emotion.

Was us surviving just a dream or some kind of silly notion.

The moons full and there's no magic ,

The moons full and the universe hasn't felt

Our static, all this energy took me to the moon , she used to be galactic, now am

High and hiding in the attick.

What the fuck is a drug habbit, this guns pressed to my head, it used to be for summer nights hunting rabbits.

Sorry you loved all of the good but hated all of my bad bits.