Hate is a strong word but hearing your name or seeing it written makes me feel like my body is full of black smoke and grit and, broken glass all sharp and smashed,
Makes holes in what I remember. I thought it was all done but It's a glowing ember. And it makes me want to peel off my skin, and every year that passes I raise a glass to another one without you. That's my new years resolution. Gaslit, no manners, in the back of a black cab home. He's been sickand he's covered, you're nineteen, you're not his mother. Shouldn't do, but you see it through, listening to the bullshit lies he's sewnbecause you don't wanna sit in the house alone."
Raise My Glass Video (MV)
Performed By: Wonk Unit
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: ALEXANDER BRINDLEY JOHNSON, VERONIQUE KAY HAWKSWORTH
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Hate is a strong word but hearing your name or seeing it written makes me feel like my body is full of black smoke and grit and, broken glass all sharp and smashed,
Makes holes in what I remember. I thought it was all done but It's a glowing ember. And it makes me want to peel off my skin, and every year that passes I raise a glass to another one without you. That's my new years resolution. Gaslit, no manners, in the back of a black cab home. He's been sickand he's covered, you're nineteen, you're not his mother. Shouldn't do, but you see it through, listening to the bullshit lies he's sewnbecause you don't wanna sit in the house alone."
Makes holes in what I remember. I thought it was all done but It's a glowing ember. And it makes me want to peel off my skin, and every year that passes I raise a glass to another one without you. That's my new years resolution. Gaslit, no manners, in the back of a black cab home. He's been sickand he's covered, you're nineteen, you're not his mother. Shouldn't do, but you see it through, listening to the bullshit lies he's sewnbecause you don't wanna sit in the house alone."
Writer: ALEXANDER BRINDLEY JOHNSON, VERONIQUE KAY HAWKSWORTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.