Letters from New York - Death Of Me

I'm sorry was it something that I said
This party makes me wish I was in bed
Am I boring Cause this conversations dead
It seems like you and I have reached our end
So say to me that I'm the one that's in your dreams
Or set me free cause there is no in between
So say to me that I'm the one that's in your dreams
Or set me free cause there is no in between
If I stay here any longer it might be the death of me
A dark room filled with greed and ecstasy
Horror film and you're casted as the lead
So if I try to leave and I fall to my knees
Would you leave me alone in the cold left to freeze
Or if I can escape as my demons take shape
Would you laugh at the man that you broke and remade
If I stay here any longer it might be the death of me
You dim the lights
Cause these are dark times
You've got the brightest eyes
But you're radiating lies
So I've got no face (Face) to save (save)
And nothing left to say (Say)
Just a promise that I made (Made)
I'm gonna take it to the grave
I don't know what's gonna go here man
I really have no idea just keep it going cause I'll just come in for the last part
I don't know people are always just like trying to change you
Make you into something you're not
And at the end of the day it kinda just makes you pretty...
If I stay here any longer it might be the death of
Me

Written by:
Marty Allocco, Nate Riexinger

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