please don't be so broken,
they can see through you

keep fucking me up
somehow i don't ever wanna come home

singing ''artists don't owe a heart''
wishing i own mine
wishing to always have something in my cup 
it could make me feel better

for all the lust in the body that will never set you free
nothing new
i can't stop picturing myself with the stars when i can't even see the moon
everything falls through

you think sex is your savior well it's more like a gun
love is an armour but it won't save you for the war

there's a silence in this house that brings my bones down
nothing perfect
i just wanted to die in your arms
and your ship has wrecked
wishing i own mine
wishing i own mine
wishing i own mine
wishing i own mine