marceline

In my dreams you still hang around

I cant sleep when you yell so loud

I got my head down underwater

If I stay I might just drown, drown

You drove me to do my death

You bit down through my neck

Oh Marceline

Your in my head your part of me

But you're still somehow hard to read, hard to love, hard to feel when I lost your touch

I hate the fact that I'm not enough. I hate the fact that there's no us

A race to death, I'm in no rush. My head's a mess, I'ma fill my cup