Testo Avila

I’m cursed with saying goodbye at the worst of times
But you’re cursed with being too proud to speak your mind
So tell me now, did you lose your faith in one
Long-winded glance across this state?

There’s something that you told me
About being here being more than you can take
Well it’s everyone’s worst nightmare when they Find themselves awake; I’m finding out

Bad news always comes in threes: you, me, the accursed
Air I breath; it holds my heart so heavy in my chest

The world’s fast, but I move in slow motion
Head in the clouds as they cover the ocean
I block out the Sun with my fingertips and
All in all, you put me up to this