Lyrics

Best quit while living's still an option
Don't get so ahead of yourself
Second to nothing I'm a negative descending
I'm beckoned in the lie of success
Yeah, I'm winning
Dream on my tired little failure
Lean on me, I need you more than ever
To sink in your sweet embrace you taste of ash and honey
Think I'll just drink the sin and piss out all my money
Seems like it was then or never
Now
Get down, get found, get bound
To nothing, nowhere quick
And stick around just long enough to make em sick
Do your worst
Drain me for my last ounce of confidence
It pains me to say it but you're right
There is no plan to make, nothing to take to yield an answer
Maybe my broken faith will show its face through a new cancer
Seems like a bad endeavor
To fail toward
Get down, get found, get bound
To nothing, nowhere quick
And stick around just long enough to make em sick
Do your worst
Written by: Jacob James
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