Around Here We Mourn Our Young by Binary Lyrics

Failing to tend to wounds years old
Every morning, I wake up flinching
It's the sharp end of faking it that sticks out
To stab those who get too close

Tomorrow's some time to wait when all I have is today
To vomit words that feel like nails towards a heart
That cares not
What I feel and when
What I feel and when
What I feel and when