The first sip always puts you off
You’ll be so sick, it feels like drowning into a bog
He’ll be standin’ on the level of this shit tide
Pointin’ the rings ‘round your eyes that made him write
“This is one for the days you can’t decide”.
This ain’t for peacemaking purpose
The thing I want is nothing but breakin’ loose from
All the awful feelings we had to argue about
The muscles I can’t stretch, the cysts in my head
‘Cause we were political
Prisoners in our house
Nothing was good enough, neither painful to talk about,
I’ve yelled all my distresses
In a hole I made in the sand
Then sat on the shore staring at tides
Until the day you will decide.
We were nothing but prisoners in our house
Escaping is no use without words from your mouth
I tried to bring ‘em up
But I knew I’d be turned down
Because of that awkward, mere stereotype
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