Chasing my living will
No matter where I fail
I lay down like my beaten dog
Cut off my hands
Chasing my living hell
Another day has come and she'd
Ignore the best that I had
I can help you
Savannah bound and downtown forgiving me
Reach in my vest and unload clemency
Good of the many outweighs the few
Time falls like sand
I believe the world could do without
Another goddamn set of helping hands
Breathe like me and go without
It's culling season
Time for me to make my stand
Choking on the ebb of whiskey tide [x3]
Spitting bile upon myself
Day in day out and unsatisfied
Ignoring all the good that's left in me
Open my arms to all disease
Ripping my lids to avoid the hated sleep
The pictures that I saw of you I like them
Cut off my air Chasing my living will No matter where I fail I lay down like my beaten dog Cut off my hands Chasing my living hell Another day has come and she'd Ignore the best that I had I can help you Savannah bound and downtown forgiving me Reach in my vest and unload clemency Good of the many outweighs the few Time falls like sand I believe the world could do without Another goddamn set of helping hands Breathe like me and go without It's culling season Time for me to make my stand Choking on the ebb of whiskey tide [x3] Spitting bile upon myself Day in day out and unsatisfied Ignoring all the good that's left in me Open my arms to all disease Ripping my lids to avoid the hated sleep The pictures that I saw of you I like them Explain Request ×
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