Hard. You make it hard. Hard.


Morning bled at the water's edge
The city was bringing me down
And my mind was on a ledge
Saying who's gonna help you now?

Without sun we pull what feeds us from the heat that's in-between us
Hard. You make it hard. Hard.

It's all the opposite I think
The ladder runs side to side
Enough to make you want a drink
But there's no place to hide

Watching shadows within shadows within shadows
They hide their dark self from the sun
And her voice is just a memory you're not fooling anyone

Hard. You make it hard. Hard.


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