1. |
Hulk Hands
03:28
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I feel at home in a basement with a blown out mic
My mouth is filling with blood but I'll be fine for tonight
Max is drinking from a bottle he found outside
I might go join him but I don't know if I'll survive
Cuz every goddamn cigarette is gonna tear my throat to shreds
I'm barely hanging by a thread but this show isn't ending yet
I guess I'll scream til nothings left
But you're not hanging around
You're only thinking about yourself
and that's ok for now
Yeah but only for now
I got knocked out by a dude wearing Hulk Hands
He left me on the floor in a room full of my drunk friends
They picked me up, Once they finished their drinks
The room was spinning man I think he got the best of me
I'm freaking out, I can barely see
I tried to smile but the foam was holding all of my teeth
But you're not hanging around
You're only thinking about yourself
and that's ok for now
Yeah but only for now
But you're not hanging around
You're only thinking about yourself
and that's ok for now
Yeah but only for now
Is this too poppy for you?
Don't let me get too misconstrued
I'm leaving this house
You'll never see me around
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SYF
02:21
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It's been three months
Since I started wasting away
Beer and ink coursing through my veins
I guess this is a rut
But in six months
I'll be so far from this place
You won't recognize my face
I'll get a fresh start
Cuz I got this awkward wide frame
Attached to these skinny ass legs
Makes it kinda hard to stand straight
Now I'm doing squats to compensate
So get out while you still can
This place is a fucking dead end
They just wanna watch you bleed
And now it means nothing to me
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3. |
The Spins
03:31
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You're acting out of spite
I keep on running away
And there's a point in almost every night
Where I'm wishing that things could change
And if it doesn't get better
At least it wont be the same
I'm trying not to be negative
But it's time you clean the mess you made
Cuz you've been reeking havoc
Til everyone you know wants you dead
They're just biding time to wring your neck
I don't wanna talk about it anymore
The rooms spinning I'm on the floor
I'll drink about it til I'm sore
Pick myself up just to run away
Cuz I don't think that you will ever change
I think I'm losing my shit again
I'm trying really hard to stay friends
But I don't think it'll work out
How did we get here?
Are things really so bad?
I'll just walk a couple blocks to my favorite spot
And forget everything I have
Cuz you've been reeking havoc
Til everyone you know wants you dead
They're just biding time to wring your neck
I don't wanna talk about it anymore
The rooms spinning I'm on the floor
I'll drink about it til I'm sore
Pick myself up just to run away
Cuz I don't think that you will ever change
Now I'm reeking havoc
Til everyone I know wants me dead
They're just biding time to wring my neck
I don't wanna talk about it anymore
The rooms spinning I'm on the floor
I'll drink about it til I'm sore
Pick myself up just to run away
Cuz I don't think that I will ever change
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4. |
Knuckle
03:02
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Don't gouge my eyes
For telling you that I'm doing alright
Cuz we both know that I'm
Full of shit at least half of the time
So I will move to the midwest
To write better songs about being depressed
I know I'm not as fun as I think I am
And I am full of regret
and painfully aware that I am a mess
I know I'm running out of places to go
I know it won't last long
But now I'm moving on
I need some space to breathe
So don't come near me
But now I'm in the midwest
Cuz I'm Sick of you telling me how I've regressed
I know I'm not as fun as I think I am
And I am full of regret
But I'm picking up the pieces trying to clean this mess
I'm just looking for a place that feels like home
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I haven't had a good night sleep in months
Been staying up waiting for the sun
It's 9am lets get a drink
I can tell that you need it more than me
It's time we all took in the truth
Everyone here wants to be abused
So kiss your knuckles to my cheek
It doesn't matter to me
Cuz I'll be sleeping til noon
It's all I know how to do
Yeah press your fist against my face
Every haymaker swing is a tender embrace
I don't know where I'll go but I know where you'll be
Get the hell out of here and we'll get off scotch fucking free
So kiss your knuckles to my cheek
It doesn't matter to me
Cuz I'll be sleeping til noon
It's all I know how to do
Yeah press your fist against my face
Every haymaker swing is a tender embrace
I don't know where I'll go but I know where you'll be
Get the hell out of here and we'll get off scotch fucking free
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