Cobwebs on my griptape
Gotta bed with some piss stains
Can't tell now but I'm mostly sure that my friends think all of my shit stanks
Is it all just a mistake
All these words that I dictate
Am I shaking a stick at the void, am I treading the waters of distaste
Keep writing but my wrists ache
Keep thinking but my think break
It's been a really long day, I need a hug and a kiss and a cig and a shift drink
US citizens crabs in a barrel
Future gen smoke dabs, say I'm feral
If you need reliable hiking boots get Merrells, that's practical apparel
Nutted on a handrail, now I'm sterile
There'll never be a safe place to dwell
As long as we keep ignoring all of the bombshells
Some people are hot, some people on fire
Some say they're not, some people are liars
Some people call themselves lovers when they're just the ones-in-the-wrong kind of fighters
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Cobwebs on my griptape
Gotta bed with some piss stains
Can't tell now but I'm mostly sure that my friends think all of my shit stanks
Is it all just a mistake
All these words that I dictate
Am I shaking a stick at the void, am I treading the waters of distaste
Keep writing but my wrists ache
Keep thinking but my think break
It's been a really long day, I need a hug and a kiss and a cig and a shift drink
US citizens crabs in a barrel
Future gen smoke dabs, say I'm feral
If you need reliable hiking boots get Merrells, that's practical apparel
Nutted on a handrail, now I'm sterile
There'll never be a safe place to dwell
As long as we keep ignoring all of the bombshells
Some people are hot, some people on fire
Some say they're not, some people are liars
Some people call themselves lovers when they're just the ones-in-the-wrong kind of fighters
Gotta bed with some piss stains
Can't tell now but I'm mostly sure that my friends think all of my shit stanks
Is it all just a mistake
All these words that I dictate
Am I shaking a stick at the void, am I treading the waters of distaste
Keep writing but my wrists ache
Keep thinking but my think break
It's been a really long day, I need a hug and a kiss and a cig and a shift drink
US citizens crabs in a barrel
Future gen smoke dabs, say I'm feral
If you need reliable hiking boots get Merrells, that's practical apparel
Nutted on a handrail, now I'm sterile
There'll never be a safe place to dwell
As long as we keep ignoring all of the bombshells
Some people are hot, some people on fire
Some say they're not, some people are liars
Some people call themselves lovers when they're just the ones-in-the-wrong kind of fighters
Writer: Ryan Kelly
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