2018 Songtext
von Patient Basement

When I call no one answers the phone
When I call there′s no reason to
Talk about what I did when I was fucked up
And you're always right


Take what left of my empathy and kill the weakness
I′ll drown myself in mindless self indulgence
I had to crawl back to a place of respect
In the eyes of my best friends

Truth be told I'm glad your gone

I burned the letters from three summers ago
And now you're gone
I tried my best to let live and find new roads
And now you′re gone
The same old asphalt chills me straight to the bone
And now you′re gone
I know your gone but I can still feel your ghost