Throws from Keep Going by Living Suitcase

time is a wreck on the ocean
i can't go through with my motions

i hope we can make it, don't know what will break it
i know you know that
you make the call and then i'll take the fall and
we're right back off track

and time, after time
you watch me die
and try, as i might
you can't see i'm

one step closer
to falling apart again
the way i look, there is no other, ooh
you're holding my heart again

you, you and me we don't talk that often
i know there really isn't that much to say

but i hope we can say it cause i'm so frustrated at
what we've come to
my life is a hellhole of drugs and depression but
that won't break you

and time, after time
you watch me die
and try, as i might
you can't see i'm

one step closer
to falling apart again
the way i look, there is no other, ooh
you're holding my heart again

ooh, to the throws

• Folk
• acoustic guitar
• folk
• folk punk
• singer-songwriter
• Edmonton