Submitted For The Approval Of The Midnight Society – Echo Screen – letras

The smell of smoke consumes my life,If I can’t smell itI’m in my bed or at my desk,But I know I’m not aliveSo I’ll look back to find the cure,And I’ll search from start to end.The moment fades and the countdown starts,And time slips through my hands,We’re counting down for fun,We’re counting down for parties and birthdaysBut all I really want is a moment that might last foreverI’ve been running on empty now this whole summerAnd I’ve been running on empty now for longer thanI can rememberI’m sorry that it’s over I guess I’ll take you homeEven though nothing’s better now that we’re so terribly aloneAnd every bad thing that happens at every given time,Like how you can’t be the last person I see every nightMy breakdowns, the break-up, and thinking thatI had lost my friendsWell I’d beg it to come back and resurrect my selfish endsAnd every bad thing that happens at every given timeOn late nights or in backyards, or when I stole your bed that timeI passed out forgive me, remember nothing that I saidI’d beg it to come back and resurrect my selfish endsI’d pray this season never ends(I’m sorry that its over, I’m sorry that its over)I’d pray this season never ends(I’m sorry that its over, I’m sorry that its over)I’m sorry that its over.