This hill called “Regret”
Is sometimes too much to endure
As if there’s a bee at the bottom of the song
It’s full of thorn bushes in my drawer
Hmm, it’s getting close
Bringing out my best memories
Let’s part ways, let’s start hating each other
You’re fading away, not even a trace
Of your breath on my collar
Between two fictions
I lean against the lies
And keep on living like this
Baby
my body’s all dried out (Rawww)
Running down at full speed (Rawww)
My body’s all dried out (Rawww)
Underneath the cold soil (Rawww)
The wounds of the past
Define who I am today
As if there’s a bee at the bottom of the song
This sentence is filled with lies
Hmm, it’s getting close
Bringing out my best memories
Let’s part ways, let’s start hating each other
You’re fading away, not even a trace
Of your breath on my collar
Between two fictions
I lean against the lies
And keep on living like this
Baby
my body’s all dried out (Rawww)
Running down at full speed (Rawww)
My body’s all dried out (Rawww)
Underneath the cold soil (Rawww)