Dead Reckoning

Free Throw

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    Reflections from the bottom of a glass
    A long night spent pondering the past
    Life and everything that it's worth
    Everyone I know could go at any second from this earth

    How would it make me feel to never fucking see them again
    How would it make them feel to never fucking see me again

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    I don't know, I remember the summer
    I remember the pain
    On my mother's face as she sat me down
    And tried her best to explain
    I sat there on those steps and did my best to take it in
    I tried to trace back every lesson you had taught me until then
    I tried my hardest to remember what we'd spoken of last
    No amount of effort I put in could bring the memory back

    How was I supposed to know I'd never see you again?
    How could I know that I'd never fucking see you again

    I tried my hardest to remember the last time we embraced
    But I went blank as the emotion made its way to my face
    And I cried
    That's right
    The small child inside me cries
    The small child inside me cries
    The small child inside me cries
    The small child inside me cries
    The small child inside me cries

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    Composition: Free Throw and Cree Vera Cruz

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