Suffering from Like Pacific by Like Pacific

Head above water but I'd rather be sedated and under
We both have things in common, your days are numbered but my patience is limited
And this would all be different, if it were up to a missed diagnosis

Dust won't collect itself and if you're going to drag me down
I'll look somewhere else for stability
Once you're gone I'll be gone too
Bite the broken hand that feeds

When you're gone what will I hold on to

Please get over it I know you're suffering over stay your fucking welcome
Bite the broken hand that feeds (I take it back)
What will I look up to

Are you ashamed of what you've done
When all that's left is my shoulder pain
I felt the weight of the world come crashing down
When all that's left is a gain

When you're gone what will I hold on to

Please get over it I know you're suffering over stay your fucking welcome
Bite the broken hand that feeds (I take it back)
What Will I look up to

You've always had a way out but you've settled right
In a line behind depth and deeper than shallow

• Pop
• Punk
• Toronto
• Toronto