Miles Behind Us

How does it feel to be dragged under this pickup

truck where your heart has bled?

I'd love to say that I hate you,

and I can't forget the feeling in my head when

These miles behind us are going father,

and I seem to forget I'm still breathing.

Your sins they scream into my head,

and I know this has to end

Without you, without you.

How does it feel to be dead?

Alone and cold without the one since I went.

I'd love to say that I hate you.

For the pain you passed away,

for the anger cuddling myself to sleep.

These miles behind us are going farther,

and I seem to forget I'm still breathing.

Your sins they scream into my head,

and I know this has to end

Without you, without you.

I find it in you, it's tearing up my skin,

and finding its way to my heart.

You should rot like this.