| Song | June |
| Artist | My Iron Lung |
| Album | Relief |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| First wave, crashing in | |
| Contemplate my beliefs | |
| it’s just these memories I wish I could get out of my head | |
| I’ll dwell on things I can’t ever change | |
| I never had a clear view on them anyways | |
| These memories | |
| He’s twenty three just like me | |
| the mother cried so hard at the funeral home | |
| picking a casket for her son | |
| she didn’t think it would come in her lifetime | |
| but it did | |
| again again again | |
| What makes you really hurt | |
| What makes you do the things you do | |
| that hurt everyone else | |
| it leaves another mark | |
| that won’t ever watch off | |
| that won’t ever disappear | |
| Feeling discontent | |
| that no one knew you had | |
| that no one could fix | |
| it whispers in the wind | |
| Goodbye | |
| Every chance I get i’ll find another way | |
| to keep things off my mind | |
| He meant, he felt it, the needle pushed deep in his skin | |
| as deep as it goes it haunts | |
| as long as I wait for things to change | |
| it never cleans up the same | |
| these broken dreams this broken life | |
| it’ll never be fixed it’ll never be |
| First wave, crashing in | |
| Contemplate my beliefs | |
| it' s just these memories I wish I could get out of my head | |
| I' ll dwell on things I can' t ever change | |
| I never had a clear view on them anyways | |
| These memories | |
| He' s twenty three just like me | |
| the mother cried so hard at the funeral home | |
| picking a casket for her son | |
| she didn' t think it would come in her lifetime | |
| but it did | |
| again again again | |
| What makes you really hurt | |
| What makes you do the things you do | |
| that hurt everyone else | |
| it leaves another mark | |
| that won' t ever watch off | |
| that won' t ever disappear | |
| Feeling discontent | |
| that no one knew you had | |
| that no one could fix | |
| it whispers in the wind | |
| Goodbye | |
| Every chance I get i' ll find another way | |
| to keep things off my mind | |
| He meant, he felt it, the needle pushed deep in his skin | |
| as deep as it goes it haunts | |
| as long as I wait for things to change | |
| it never cleans up the same | |
| these broken dreams this broken life | |
| it' ll never be fixed it' ll never be |
| First wave, crashing in | |
| Contemplate my beliefs | |
| it' s just these memories I wish I could get out of my head | |
| I' ll dwell on things I can' t ever change | |
| I never had a clear view on them anyways | |
| These memories | |
| He' s twenty three just like me | |
| the mother cried so hard at the funeral home | |
| picking a casket for her son | |
| she didn' t think it would come in her lifetime | |
| but it did | |
| again again again | |
| What makes you really hurt | |
| What makes you do the things you do | |
| that hurt everyone else | |
| it leaves another mark | |
| that won' t ever watch off | |
| that won' t ever disappear | |
| Feeling discontent | |
| that no one knew you had | |
| that no one could fix | |
| it whispers in the wind | |
| Goodbye | |
| Every chance I get i' ll find another way | |
| to keep things off my mind | |
| He meant, he felt it, the needle pushed deep in his skin | |
| as deep as it goes it haunts | |
| as long as I wait for things to change | |
| it never cleans up the same | |
| these broken dreams this broken life | |
| it' ll never be fixed it' ll never be |