Andrew Cutting Celluloid by Yin Waster Lyrics

Andrew I think I may be cracking into pieces
My hands are pulling me towards the cordate graves
Hurry up and place my skull underneath my face
Then we can mold to each others shapes

Andrew help me, I’m trying to forget
Of the lies that chained me to their wrists
Amongst the other aspects that I regret
The shoes, the bed

Andrew forgive me this key won’t work
The hotel hallway has lost its worth
For the past three years we were at its door
But now all we have is the warmth of the floor