Britton

clawmarks Lyrics by Britton My feet are always heavy They never want to let me leave So the way out just gets further away from me My heart is a

foreign Lyrics by Britton I was a safe bet to you Broken eyes recognize each other Tried to fix you like glue Now I’m the one in two But you

too late (interlude) Lyrics by Britton You’re kind when it’s too late Sun after the storm But there’s some things that you just can’t say sorry for Sell me your

MARTYR Lyrics by Britton Coulda sworn I saw you in the shadows Of my room last night Baby, there was blood all over your clothes I know it was mine

long way down Lyrics by Britton And it’s a long way down Falling from the feeling of when you were around You held me up so high I never feared

TIPTOES Lyrics by Britton Flipped a switch in my mind, I’m already checked out Now I’m hitting all the red lights, driving to your house Looking for a fun time,

MIA! Lyrics by Britton Hot skin Heavy breath You feel Heaven-sent Don’t make Me regret Keeping the door unlocked Might be A bad decision But I don’t Wanna listen My

The Cycle Lyrics by Britton I can feel a familiar pull Gravity’s got nothing on you ‘Cause when you wanted me back I would have walked on glass if I

PAPERCUT Lyrics by Britton Losing color in my face I’m addicted to the pain now How much more is there to take When my body’s already drained out Puddles form

bedbugs Lyrics by Britton 3:00am Laying in bed Fighting off my tired eyes Wrap myself in white noise Drown out the thoughts in my mind Apparently counting sheep Just doesn’t

if this is goodbye Lyrics by ​Britton Finally hit the ground I’m at the bottom now Never thought I could be this low Felt like falling down an endless hole

NEXT ONE Lyrics – Britton You casually crossed every line Caught you creepin’ every time Had to sleep with open eyes That ain’t love, no that ain’t love On and

EAGER Lyrics – Britton Tell me how we got here When you said we shouldn’t get too close Maybe I should stay clear But I can’t seem to let you

To My Younger Self Lyrics – Britton To my younger self, I’m writing you from 2012 It’s not high school that is killing me, It’s my mental health Know you