The story
A love built to fail keeps pulling them back
They move through the mess like they know better and do it anyway, trading lies, late-night looks, and one more bad decision under the same hard lights. The mud clings to everything—boots, hands, promises—and even when they try to wash it off, it stays, thick as the need dragging them back to the same place.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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