Gotta Go from Cascading Home by In Angles

I guess there's no more point in making believe
You wear a thinning coat
Of positivity
I’m so ashamed of how
Much I’ve been blocking it out
And looking you up and down

I guess there no point in speaking
I listen deafly to
All of your soliloquies
So much guilt that I’ve found
Every time I let you down
Take it all back now

So where are the rules
And what are the degrees?
You fell submission to
I surrendered belief
When every square inch of your body is aching
I’m counting down each breath that leaves
Until you’re leaving

Each and every time I let you down
There’s so much guilt that I’ve found
I could be Fall
I can’t believe I watched you come apart

• Pop Punk
• Rock
• hardcore
• jam
• post-hardcore
• progressive
• New Jersey