But I’ve come back for the 9th round well rested, And my left hook is jaw crushing, I, me and myself are at war once again, One of us is bound to be bluffing.
And regret the feeling of knowing what forever was like, And monotone the melody of wondering wrong and right, right? right And write down the words that can't weather the storms in your mind, And memorize the patterns of your heart beating time after time
We’ve all tried to get you sober Turn it over in your head Nothings easy now You should hate me you can blame me Find a place to make a bed Then you can lie down
These days are slugs over salt Breathing has become easier Although the air is more dense and putrid Self loathing and self pity are sister cavities I should probably brush more