Knuckles White Dry

Deep in the breath of a carrier Coughing up blood is the worst case scenario No way in hell is this happening To us I don't care if it kills me I promise you won't die, swear It's a sinker of sorts It's a shitty occasion We're driving my car from the city Been shaving my knuckles white dry from the walls I've been punching So where is the ticket, I'll park, you just leg it in And you haven't cried much or nearly enough But I'll scream at your chest for as long as I must Til it hears me Do you think it hears me? Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun The skin or the lungs Not today Nor tomorrow It's no kind of living afraid or unknown let the dead be the dead Let us live and disown all pretending From here until the car ride home If I hear another I love you get well from someone we don't know or that I didn't tell And I swear that I'll show them a vision of hell It gets tiresome you know It's always the strangers who poke and they prod And they drive all that shit deep inside of your blood If miracles function Then where is our god that's the question I pose And you haven't changed much or nearly enough But I scream at your chest for as long as I trust That it hears me Do you think it hears me? Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun The skin or the lungs Not today Nor tomorrow It's no kind of living afraid or unknown Let the dead be the dead let us live and disown all pretending From here until the car ride home The car ride home Car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home --- Knuckles White Dry - Gang Of Youths