Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time
From the perfect start, to the finish line.
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.
We are the reckless
We are the wild youth
One day we we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.
And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones
Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone
We're setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home
It was a flood that wrecked this home.
Well I've lost it all, I'm just a sillhouette
A lifeless face that you'll soon forget
My eyes are damp from the words ou left
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Daughter - Youth
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