In christmas light stars/ Make up runs down your face this vulgar place has it's way with me every time I fall
Seems we're way past sick
All of the blood that's dried on those tired goodbyes coats me every time I fall
No one knows what it's like down on here
In the shit and the souvenirs
Of the times life made much more sense sweet nonsense infest my soul
Make up still runs down your face this vulgar place has it's way with me every time I fall
No one knows what it's like down here
In the shit and the souvenirs
Of the times life made much more sense sweet nonsense infest my soul
Every time I fall (Every time I fall)
Every time I fall (Every time I fall)
Every time I fall (Every time I...)
(Every time I fall, fall)
Every time I fall sweet nonsense infest my soul