Insecure, unstable mind
Hunting love
So getting blind drunk feels right
Throw emotion to the side
Hate today
Abuse myself tonight
Feel numb
In every way
I Like the taste
Shoes stick till I capsize
Slurring words
Filthy jeans and fake smiles
She's got those disarming eyes
She's knows I'm weak
She could smell it for miles
Tonight I wanna feel some shame
I like the taste, like the taste X2
Got wonder why
I treat myself this way
I told ya, I told ya
Get kinda carried away
End of the night
Slithers in like fever dream
6AM no off switch to be seen
In the bin, on the curb
Final line, kinda works
Crying to your brother
Cause it hurts
I'm not alright
I'm a waste of time
Stupid games stupid prize
-Self control has died
I kinda crossed the line
Stupid game tired mind
Flush ambition away
Nothing ever stays
I told ya, I told ya
I get too carried away
I'm on the pressepise
On a late shift
Driven by a motor
Nervous system doing back flips
I'm in the basement
Filling up the engine
Plugging all the holes
So no emotions ever get in
Sick of fighting
Sick of trying
Slip and slide spirals
Really getting locked in
Self implosion
Leads to the explosion
Become a disgrace
Smeared on my face"
The Greater Good - Stupid Game, Stupid Prize Lyrics
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English
Insecure, unstable mind
Hunting love
So getting blind drunk feels right
Throw emotion to the side
Hate today
Abuse myself tonight
Feel numb
In every way
I Like the taste
Shoes stick till I capsize
Slurring words
Filthy jeans and fake smiles
She's got those disarming eyes
She's knows I'm weak
She could smell it for miles
Tonight I wanna feel some shame
I like the taste, like the taste X2
Got wonder why
I treat myself this way
I told ya, I told ya
Get kinda carried away
End of the night
Slithers in like fever dream
6AM no off switch to be seen
In the bin, on the curb
Final line, kinda works
Crying to your brother
Cause it hurts
I'm not alright
I'm a waste of time
Stupid games stupid prize
-Self control has died
I kinda crossed the line
Stupid game tired mind
Flush ambition away
Nothing ever stays
I told ya, I told ya
I get too carried away
I'm on the pressepise
On a late shift
Driven by a motor
Nervous system doing back flips
I'm in the basement
Filling up the engine
Plugging all the holes
So no emotions ever get in
Sick of fighting
Sick of trying
Slip and slide spirals
Really getting locked in
Self implosion
Leads to the explosion
Become a disgrace
Smeared on my face"
Hunting love
So getting blind drunk feels right
Throw emotion to the side
Hate today
Abuse myself tonight
Feel numb
In every way
I Like the taste
Shoes stick till I capsize
Slurring words
Filthy jeans and fake smiles
She's got those disarming eyes
She's knows I'm weak
She could smell it for miles
Tonight I wanna feel some shame
I like the taste, like the taste X2
Got wonder why
I treat myself this way
I told ya, I told ya
Get kinda carried away
End of the night
Slithers in like fever dream
6AM no off switch to be seen
In the bin, on the curb
Final line, kinda works
Crying to your brother
Cause it hurts
I'm not alright
I'm a waste of time
Stupid games stupid prize
-Self control has died
I kinda crossed the line
Stupid game tired mind
Flush ambition away
Nothing ever stays
I told ya, I told ya
I get too carried away
I'm on the pressepise
On a late shift
Driven by a motor
Nervous system doing back flips
I'm in the basement
Filling up the engine
Plugging all the holes
So no emotions ever get in
Sick of fighting
Sick of trying
Slip and slide spirals
Really getting locked in
Self implosion
Leads to the explosion
Become a disgrace
Smeared on my face"
Writer: Conagh Griffin, Huw Edward Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © MAY MUSIC LIMITED
Copyright: Lyrics © MAY MUSIC LIMITED
Performed By: The Greater Good
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Conagh Griffin, Huw Edward Thomas