Yllka Qosja/Soundtrack

There's a nail in the door

And there's glass on the lawn

Tacks on the floor and the TV is on

And I always sleep with my guns

When you're gone

There's a blade by the bed

And a phone in my hand

A dog on the floor

And some cash on the nightstand

When I'm all alone the dreaming stops

And I just can't stand

I used to pray like God was listening

I used to make my parents proud

I was the glue that kept my friends together

Now they don't talk and we don't go out

I used to know the name of every person I'd kissed

Now I made this bed and I can't fall asleep in it

You've laid your sins in shallow graves

You've wiped the dirt off your hands and walked away

There's not enough perfume in the world

That stink gets louder every day

Somebody knows where the bodies are buried

And they won't rest until your debts are paid

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