taste this breath it vaguely reeks of cigarettes and in my place a memory you wont forget drink this wine my favorite flavor cyanide and truth be told my heart is warm my fingers cold and the hardest part is waking up followed by pride and confident you pinch me now cause i dont know if im real and i might run home and kill all my friends you know i held it from the start i thought that we could make it better now help me heal this broken heart help me heal me its crystal clear my reflection through chandeliers and this i sense i lack much more than innocence and the hardest part is waking up swallowed by pride now cough it up you pinch me now cause i dont know if im real and i might run home and kill all my friends you know i held it from the start i thought that we can make it better now help me heal this broken heart help me heal me lala lala lala lalala taste this breath it vaguely reeks of cigarettes and in my place a memory you wont forget and the hardest part is waking up fallen of pride now cough it up you pinch me now cause i dont know if im real and i might run home and kill all my friends you know i held it from the start i thought that we can make it better now help me heal this broken heart help me heal me lala lala lala lalala you know i held it from the start lala lala lala lalala i thought that we can make it better lala lala lala lalala now help me heal this broken heart help me heal me