chop chop

chop chop, i've got myself to blame for this, i've tried to compensate for everything i'm not, and every face forgotten. you felt the sun warming your bed, you looked so quintessential pressed against that cross, in the face of what was lost. still i'm not asking much of me, and you're ignoring the matter. you'll shut me up and bleed me dry. cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle, if nothing else matters, then, i will die trying, thinking about you and i. three years on friday since we met, you felt that existential kiss upon your neck. how could we forget that?, still i'm through acting like this feels right, and that nothing else matters. you'll shut me up and bleed me dry. cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle, if nothing else matters, then, i will die trying, trying not to think about you. yeah, it's on yourself and no one else. it's on yourself and no one else. but without hindsight, i guess it serves me right. you'll shut me up and bleed me dry. cheap champagne and a disappearing lifeline. if nothing else matters, then i will die trying, thinking about you and i. shut me up and bleed me dry, it's only a matter of time, cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle, it's only a matter of time. santi.