Lyrics

Cut our skins up, we won’t even feel
Tomorrow when we wake up we’ll see none of this was real
You can stand up, ’cause its only us left
on the ferris wheel

I can’t take another minute
Push me to the red
Drag me to my limits
Guess I’ll thank God that I got another message
and bullethole

The boardwalk is full of clones
We walk the pier ’til after close

I get your texts like bulletholes

I don’t ever wanna know if you ever wanna go
So just disappear and go
You don’t really want it; you don’t really want it
So you gotta let me go, you gotta let me

The boardwalk is full of clones
We walk the pier ’til after close

I get your texts like bulletholes

And bleed alone ’til you come home