mr/mrs

just another 101 hours to meet you
just another week alone
light on another cigarette
'cause is never too late for start anew

she's the one here running out of things
while he's reciving letters from his own death
''sorry honey, i'm too busy tearing off my skin''

running 8 years strong
on the insides i'm hoping she's wrong
he don't remember the good old times
''maybe you've been dead all this time''
oh before all those nights

''why do i cared so long for you when you didn't?''
''why do i keep seeing your face in everything i wanna be?''