spent (fist fights) // you sleep inside the webs you weave/ nobody’s buying what you’re selling/ helpless hands and drunken disregard/ i’d love to live life in your shoes/ lead the choir in the ivory tower blues/ a laundry list of friends you’ve been through/ find your spine and crawl home/ stock footage/ you play the victim/ sell me out on believing you/ i’m just a stitch that you outgrew/ pretty girls never die naive/ so you should leave/ you play me out like it’s getting old/ and i play the fool just like usual/ i know what you’ve got hiding up your sleeve/ daddy didn’t love you so you flaunt the vacancy/ you’re breathing cheap wine just to feel something/ so walk this line and preach to me/ i’m all ears to hear your views on me/ you’re slurring scriptures with wine-stained rosaries/ spent like all those nights awake/ convincing yourself/ spent like nights and fist fights with mirrors/ convincing yourself/
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