A shot, hot rail to match it
Hits less, god damn it
Hope I won't move on to the slam
Adopted optimism
Back to narcissism
Or is that who I really am
A life, truncated
From self-medication
An ill, yet still effective plan
In vain, as cause, I wrote a song
Cause I fear they won't hear it, let alone sing along
As cause, in vain, I sang again
A mediocre redundancy, a bad excuse for a hymn
I find my hidden stashes
Burn time like cig ashes
Drink then gives my heart away
Put it out on my arm
Vibing in the harm
Depression moves to dissipate
Can't hear the lyrics spoken?
It's not a f*cking poem
Music speaks more to what I say
In vain, as cause, I wrote a song
Cause I fear they won't hear it, let alone sing along
As cause, in vain, I sang again
A mediocre redundancy, a bad excuse for a hymn
A shot, hot rail to match it
Hits less, god damn it
Hope I won't move on to the slam
Adopted optimism
Back to narcissism
Or is that who I really am
A life, truncated
From self-medication
An ill, yet still effective plan
In vain, as cause, I wrote a song
Cause I fear they won't hear it, let alone sing along
As cause, in vain, I sang again
A mediocre redundancy, a bad excuse for a hymn
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A shot, hot rail to match it
Hits less, god damn it
Hope I won't move on to the slam
Adopted optimism
Back to narcissism
Or is that who I really am
A life, truncated
From self-medication
An ill, yet still effective plan
In vain, as cause, I wrote a song
Cause I fear they won't hear it, let alone sing along
As cause, in vain, I sang again
A mediocre redundancy, a bad excuse for a hymn
I find my hidden stashes
Burn time like cig ashes
Drink then gives my heart away
Put it out on my arm
Vibing in the harm
Depression moves to dissipate
Can't hear the lyrics spoken?
It's not a f*cking poem
Music speaks more to what I say
In vain, as cause, I wrote a song
Cause I fear they won't hear it, let alone sing along
As cause, in vain, I sang again
A mediocre redundancy, a bad excuse for a hymn
A shot, hot rail to match it
Hits less, god damn it
Hope I won't move on to the slam
Adopted optimism
Back to narcissism
Or is that who I really am
A life, truncated
From self-medication
An ill, yet still effective plan
In vain, as cause, I wrote a song
Cause I fear they won't hear it, let alone sing along
As cause, in vain, I sang again
A mediocre redundancy, a bad excuse for a hymn
Hits less, god damn it
Hope I won't move on to the slam
Adopted optimism
Back to narcissism
Or is that who I really am
A life, truncated
From self-medication
An ill, yet still effective plan
In vain, as cause, I wrote a song
Cause I fear they won't hear it, let alone sing along
As cause, in vain, I sang again
A mediocre redundancy, a bad excuse for a hymn
I find my hidden stashes
Burn time like cig ashes
Drink then gives my heart away
Put it out on my arm
Vibing in the harm
Depression moves to dissipate
Can't hear the lyrics spoken?
It's not a f*cking poem
Music speaks more to what I say
In vain, as cause, I wrote a song
Cause I fear they won't hear it, let alone sing along
As cause, in vain, I sang again
A mediocre redundancy, a bad excuse for a hymn
A shot, hot rail to match it
Hits less, god damn it
Hope I won't move on to the slam
Adopted optimism
Back to narcissism
Or is that who I really am
A life, truncated
From self-medication
An ill, yet still effective plan
In vain, as cause, I wrote a song
Cause I fear they won't hear it, let alone sing along
As cause, in vain, I sang again
A mediocre redundancy, a bad excuse for a hymn
Writer: Stephen Carbajal
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid