Crooked Colours
Just Breathe
Don't leave, I've seen this feeling before
Trust me, a heavy hand on the door
Just breathe, it's not just me that wants more
Trust me, we'll leave it all on the floor

Fucking soldiers, they smell of smoke and
Don't breathe, they're here to hold us
Strange places, smiling faces
Fear grippin', sweat drippin'

Just breathe
Just breathe
Just breathe
Just-

Blast hearts and sippin' on last drops
To feelings, I last lost are gone
Cold hearts are something we be
Apart of something to find your young self

Blast hearts and sippin' on last drops
To feelings, I last lost are gone
Cold hearts are something we be
Apart of something to find your young self

Just breathe
Just breathe
Just breathe
Just-