i built up a tolerance
to being this way
i've been chasing dragons for the race
hunting for something i'll never attain
i built up a tolerance
to coming back home
hearing voices coming from the walls
bags packed just no where to get off
i built up a tolerance
to holding my breath
i got a pain i think i wanna forget
fifteen dollars gets you where it gets
i built up a tolerance
to things that i miss
see you lying face down on the bed
oil paint like blood on your hands
oh god is that really all we'll know
i don't want us both to die alone
oh god is that really all we'll know
poltergeists knocking at our door

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