Lux Dawson

Should I stay?

Should I go?

Should I run far away?

To the point where I can't even see the universe?

I know I'm killing time, and, baby, that's not fine.

I'll pack it in, pack it in.

Never smoke anything 

That will compromise my health,

And, baby, that means you, too,

That means you 

It's impossible to pin-point,

You were like a fat joint.

I cannot remember you

back in November

Never gonna allocate all of this

Dark hate

Stuck in the middle

In the middle of it all

Give it up, give it up,

Give it up for lent. 

Take a break, pack it in,

Take it out to the bin.

Isn't it counterfeit?

Take a hit, a little bit.

Wasn't it not worth it?