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Dead To You (Mayfield Matthew)

chances...we had when we were young held as ransom...by Future's setting sun there's no use fighting a faceless tyrant, voices inside of my head... with their subtle wishes and coldest kisses they'll climb up inside of my bed what's the use...in pushin through...when i'm already dead to you sirens...screaming in my ear like the silence...that only i can hear now we're stocking our empty pockets, with remnants of we had said... just like tears of daughters for sleeping fathers, my heart was too much for your head. what's the use...in pushin through...when i'm already dead to you Well all this mystery and all this silence We don’t know what we have become Oh we lit this match and we hit the gas Now we’re holding our ears and our tongues And our tongues There’s no use fighting a faceless tyrant Voices inside of my head With their subtle wishes and coldest kisses They’ll climb up inside of my bed what’s the use… in pushin through… when I’m already dead to you