Waiting to Die

Waiting to Die - Harrison Boe

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So cynical, always so proud of how little we cared

When they said that the sky's coming down

I'm not sure youth is wasted on you, but if it is

It was certainly wasted on us, wasted on me

Now I'm terrified I'll wake up unable to breathe

'Cause I felt every bone in your hand

And our two skeletons breathing with no kind of plan

I'll remember us drunk, cold, warm, high

And the first few hours where I wasn't just waiting to die

Oh, I wasn't just waiting to die