The Pharmacist Lyrics & Chords By White Lung

The medicine cabinet's empty, there's nothing for my head. Inside I'm made of concrete, my eyelids feel like lead. I'm feeling for pulse but it's no use. My head was screwed on tight,...read more

Lie awake wondering if things could've been much different second chance whats become of a friendship if you can call this one stayed in touch stood behind while i gave you...read more