Ollie Otson

Dead Poetic

I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
Youæ?®e screaming death to me, waiting for me to die.
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
The rockstar autopsy. You need what used to be.
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
A stubborn glance, a chance to watch me all unwind
I see your eyes x-ray my insides
I wish youæ?? grab my hand æ?¶ause weæ?®e falling fast.

You and me ?looks like the last time we hold hands.

I want you back.
I need you back.

I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
This pedestal for me is getting way too high
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
So either watch me fall or watch me die
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
A stubborn glance, a chance to watch me all unwind
I see your eyes x-ray my insides.
I wish I had your hand, æ?¶ause weæ?®e falling fast.

You and me ?looks like the last time we hold hands.

I want you back.
I need you back.

X-ray my inside.
Æ??ause weæ?®e falling fast.

Looks like the last time we hold hands.
Looks like the last time we hold hands.
Looks like the last time.
Looks like the last time.