Paris - Toothgrinder

Momma I’m sorry for everything I put you through

But the days get cold nights so dark

And Paris burns with the ghost of you Momma

I wish for the best but regrets fill my heart

Look at my whole life, it’s overwhelming

Does your heart ignite like mine

I’m counting every breath in time

Every scent, every shiver

Every pulse just right

Father I’m sorry for everything I put you through

But when whiskey barks thoughts get dark

And London burns with the ghost of you Father

I wish for the best but regrets fill my heart

Look at my whole life, it’s overwhelming

Does your heart ignite like mine

I’m counting every breath in time

Every scent, every shiver

Every pulse just right

Every breathe in time

Does your heart ignite like mine?

When you’re counting every breath in time

Ashamed of everything you are

Ashamed of everything you are

I will not fall apart again

Nothing feels right when I pretend

Feeling so low, the feeling of death

I’ve finally broke through the pains and the cracks of my past