DVD from Something Written by Los Hombres

Theres a cigarette burn on the roof of my car and it always reminds me of Jude.
I’ll hit the guardrail and dive through the windshield hoping to be found by you.

And I wake most nights, stuck in my head.
Swimming in dreams, with boots made of lead

I never thought we couldn’t be the ones who hadn’t made it though
all these stick and poke tattoos that someone gave to me and you.
All these ghost will try to haunt; they tend to stick inside my head
I question my reality and wonder if i’m speaking to the dead.

So tell me why (tell me why tell me why).
Tell me why!
Tell me why (tell me why)!

So fuck what you told me it’s in my veins all again.
I can never come back down.

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