Auburn

Sinking Ships


we cant breathe. its getting colder in the heart of this city. these are the reasons we have to leave. take it in. is desperation so god damn pretty? if we dont leave everything behind this place is going to bury us alive. hold this town in your heart and it will rot you from the inside out. were all scared by the small town disease, a black hold leaving us empty on those abandoned streets.
it was colder then. (well fuck back then) hold this town in your heart and it will rot you from the inside out. this is the town where we just cant seem to ever leave. these open fields are an easy bed to lay dow nand in die. this small town looks like a cemetery skyline. creeping taller one shattered dream.
we cant breathe. everything is falling apart across the county line and you can feel your heart start breaking.