For The Record Lyrics - New Junk Aesthetic - Every Time I Die

God knows I've longed to feel something but now's not the time 

I'm caught up in the heartless disorder of a Friday night 

Focused on staying distracted until I lose sight 

Of the tiresome and clinical patterns of my life 

I will cherish this love for the rest of my night, rest of my night 

One day I'll find myself facing the firing line 

Serves me right, for the record I've written my crimes 

I will cherish this love for the rest of my night, the rest of my night 

Lord, have mercy on my soul 

I've had a good run but I can't run anymore, just put me down 

Lord, have mercy on my soul 

I've had a good run but I can't run anymore, just put me down 

Can't sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail 

I've let them devour my heart for some material 

But I'm a drunkard, a coward, a crook, I ought to change my ways 

Face the music, carry the can, etcetera, etcetera 

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What's next? What's next? What's next? What's next? 

There's got to be something more than this 

What's next? What's next? 

What's next? What's next? What's next? What's next? 

There's got to be something more than this 

What's next? What's next? 

Trust me, I'm still with you somewhere 

Trust me, I'm still with you somewhere 

Trust me, I'm still with you somewhere 

Trust me, I'm still with you somewhere 

I just wish you were here 

Someday I'm bound to feel guilty but now's not the time 

I'm sure I'll get what I'm due, everything will be fine 

Hell bent on finding the next fix in the fog 

You're in a cab on the way to your house, change the locks 

I will cherish this love for the rest of the night, rest of the night 

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Lord, have mercy on my soul 

I've had a good run but I can't run anymore, just put me down 

Lord, have mercy on my soul 

I've had a good run but I can't run anymore, just put me down 

Can't sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail 

I let them devour my heart for some material 

But I'm a drunkard, a coward, a crook, I ought to change my ways 

Face the music, carry the can, etcetera, etcetera 

Please forgive me