Paroles: The Lyndsay Diaries. How We Kill Ourselves.

We all have our simple ways of killing ourselves and this is yours
Denying it all by covering it up, you were never the best at smiling
So stay up all night, just to say you are tired
To say you are tired, just to say you are tired

I think I'll stay in tonight, I can't help to think thoughts of home
I miss the chairs at the coffee shop
Doing nothing for five minutes and talking for hours
Conversation never ran dry, I'm talking for hours, I'm talking for hours

I'm talking for hours, I'm just talking
We all have our simple ways of killing our thoughts
And this is yours and I have mine