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Maybe you were held in too high of standards

But bikinis, short skirts, and leggings are getting old

Maybe I’m a waste of vocal chords and silhouettes

Feeling like a ghost I’m just sick of the cold

So pack your belonging and forget your standards and your clothes

All I have is a pen and some ink

But you are all alone and your dark side shows

Among the wreck of insecurities and a choir full of teens

I’m sick of the cold

I’m sick of the wet

And I’m sick of these standards

Walking in the night you were looking rather nervous

Held tight to my arm and whispered «Luke I’m scared»

There are wolves inside the street hiding their sins in the darkness

They’re terrible fiends eating half broken hearts

and the ghouls inside my head

corrupt the standards I was born with

they haunt all my dreams

and tie my neck to a post

so maybe I’m a waste

of this corpse i’ve made before my death

feeling kind of cold,

I’m just sick of these ghosts

I’m sick of the cold

I’m sick of the wet

And I’m sick of these standards

But I keep having this dream that you get swallowed by a darkness

And the image appears so vividly

«redemption» she prays, it seems so far in the distance

Thats when I realize that the darkness is me

I’m sick of the cold

I’m sick of the wet

And I’m watching more young hearts grow…

And I’m sick of those.

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