Caving In Lyrics

	It’s hard to say what’s real these days
	My mind can be a dangerous place
	She’s too naive for suicide
	But god I wish that bitch would die
	Give me, give me, give me, give me a reason
	Why every night
	I’m losing sleep
	God damn she’s on to me again
	Or maybe I had too much to drink
	You see I think
	I figured out
	I figured out as
	I was thinking
	How to stop her piercing voice
	From everything that she was stealing
	Get the gun, get the gun, get the gun
	Is all I’m hearing again and again you know
	I used to be such a hopeless man
	And she used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
	She’s too naive for suicide
	But god I wish that bitch would die
	Shot gun shells, yeah it’s alright
	The whiskey says, “
	Let’s take her ****in’ life.”
	One thing
	I do remember
	Is that things never get better
	And I got to make the voices, make the voices for the maker
	Of the maker making voices, making voices
	Gotta make her, gotta, gotta make her stop
	Before my head comes caving in again
	You can walk this world all alone
	But I can still hear her, tearing me apart

	It' s hard to say what' s real these days
	My mind can be a dangerous place
	She' s too naive for suicide
	But god I wish that bitch would die
	Give me, give me, give me, give me a reason
	Why every night
	I' m losing sleep
	God damn she' s on to me again
	Or maybe I had too much to drink
	You see I think
	I figured out
	I figured out as
	I was thinking
	How to stop her piercing voice
	From everything that she was stealing
	Get the gun, get the gun, get the gun
	Is all I' m hearing again and again you know
	I used to be such a hopeless man
	And she used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
	She' s too naive for suicide
	But god I wish that bitch would die
	Shot gun shells, yeah it' s alright
	The whiskey says, "
	Let' s take her in' life."
	One thing
	I do remember
	Is that things never get better
	And I got to make the voices, make the voices for the maker
	Of the maker making voices, making voices
	Gotta make her, gotta, gotta make her stop
	Before my head comes caving in again
	You can walk this world all alone
	But I can still hear her, tearing me apart

	It' s hard to say what' s real these days
	My mind can be a dangerous place
	She' s too naive for suicide
	But god I wish that bitch would die
	Give me, give me, give me, give me a reason
	Why every night
	I' m losing sleep
	God damn she' s on to me again
	Or maybe I had too much to drink
	You see I think
	I figured out
	I figured out as
	I was thinking
	How to stop her piercing voice
	From everything that she was stealing
	Get the gun, get the gun, get the gun
	Is all I' m hearing again and again you know
	I used to be such a hopeless man
	And she used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
	She' s too naive for suicide
	But god I wish that bitch would die
	Shot gun shells, yeah it' s alright
	The whiskey says, "
	Let' s take her in' life."
	One thing
	I do remember
	Is that things never get better
	And I got to make the voices, make the voices for the maker
	Of the maker making voices, making voices
	Gotta make her, gotta, gotta make her stop
	Before my head comes caving in again
	You can walk this world all alone
	But I can still hear her, tearing me apart

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