cloak tattered - Tropes

At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed out of respect for

the dead

The rest has been told exactly as it occurred

Cloak tattered, but it’ll never even matter

Grippin' on the bedside, wantin' something better

Go get her, I see you staring at a letter

Haven’t cried yet, but never say never

Inside a room of broken doors so

Bind th ring and take my torso

Took it out for less or more though

Filming m, but what’s it for though?

The less you know the better, yeah, it’s whatever

It’s always gonna upset her, I put it all together

Pull it down forever, I’m the worst one ever

So I’m charring the embers

Do you think you’re clever or something?

Better than nothing?

There’s only one thing that I could say to you

Saying some dumb things, I’m tryna feel something

Setting a marker to ruin my day to you

Woah, half of 'em will leave you for a Joe damn Schmoe

I’m broke 'cause I sell too goddamn low

Or too high, at this point, I don’t know

A new die, but the same old roll

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks

But a brand new seat makes a new sit

But I can’t talk now, I’m a nuisance

I’m a bricked system, so useless

Woah, half of 'em will leave you for a Joe damn Schmoe

I’m broke 'cause I sell too goddamn low

Or too high, at this point, I don’t know

A new die, but the same old roll

You live fast, skin that’s not mine

Just need one more kill, I got hardline

Three strikes, I’m out, I won’t lie

Love don’t fit in, livin' all my time

Stumblin' up in a dirty pond

Now I’m thinkin' about what I want

If you let me, you could be my prop

Temporary that you’re not my problem

Hundred bodies all over mine

Watch your man fade out of my timeline

You know I’m livin' my life

the highlights

I bought a gun, I shoot it from the highrise

He won’t ever see the sky again

I don’t ever wanna be your friend

Took a while, turnin' boys to men

Cloak tattered, but it’ll never even matter

Grippin' on the bedside, wantin' something better

Go get her, I see you staring at a letter

Haven’t cried yet, but never say never

Inside a room of broken doors so

Bind the ring and take my torso

Took it out for less or more though

Filming me, but what’s it for though?