Gravestones from Ghost by Secret Keeper

Everything I love turns to gravestones
Just know that I miss you
It's so cold, all alone
Everything I love turns to gravestones
I miss you
And it’s so cold all alone

Everything I say
Falls short anyway
I'll bite my tongue
And close my mouth
I won't cry
Till the blood comes out

I feel locked out
From the inside
With no room to breathe
And I'm out of time
This home I've built
Is no shelter now
A vacant soul
Tear me down

I can feel it again
There's something wrong in my head
I won't go back to where I've been
Cause the Florida heat
Still burns my fucking skin

Cause I'm just a selfish prick
I deserve this
I'm the kid who's always sick
Still sucking down cigarettes
I made you a promise
That I couldn't keep
Cause I had to work on fixing me
Maybe next year I’ll be better
Maybe next year I'll quit

• Alternative
• ambient
• melodic hardcore
• post-hardcore
• Florida