I wanna run from my mistakes
I wanna wash you away
But they won't listen
I can feel you in my bloodstream
Like a sickness that grows
And sitting high on your pedestal
With your hands around my throat
I can't fight it
Fire from my word
I still remember you
I just wish it didn't hurt
Son of
I wanna run from my mistakes
And I can’t wash you away
Red Wine Stains
Fuck you
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