Airborne by Wussy
(Verse)
Well, you said that you would call me
And you didn't call me
I gave you up for dead
And I was working on a backbone
Chiseling a tombstone
When you called me up and said
Through a wall of heavy breathing
You thought it was relieving
To be out on your own
How a voice that used to fill me
Cut me up and kill me
On the fucking telephone
(Chorus)
You did not even send me airborne, anyway
Why in the world I hung around, it's hard to say
(Verse)
Well, it was just another Thursday
Like any other Thursday
Except that we were through
We were wading in the concrete
Digging through the scrap heap
Deciding what belonged to who
And all the treasure from the good days
Was going through the last phase
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