House Quake II - Ten In The Swear Jar

There’s a call at tonight’s last hour

A bitter pill I’ve got to swallow

It unravels like an affair

Your only chance to feel again

Now the red has gone, all sorrow

A little tear, my broken neck

Impossible and hazy night

Impossible to leave my town

Didn’t I tell you all I’ve got to?

Didn’t I say that a love like ours wouldn’t last?

We’re all in school of work design, it’s a reason

The biography of my favorite alpha queen

I grew up in Los Angeles as a good incel

An answer to have lost being young

Didn’t I tell you all I’ve got to?

Didn’t the picture of the dream hit it at all?

Do you wonder if this is our last look?

Didn’t I say that a love like ours wouldn’t last?