Lyrics

Bad news, identify me by my tattoos
Meltin' off the muscle on the floor of the bathroom
Last view a glimpse of the tile before I'm cat food
Regurgitated water and bile my lips are cracked blue
Killers, not killers, not even a question
Whether direct or indirect, it don't matter the method
I got a couple self-administered lethal injections
And got a couple high teens flee in either direction
I'm leavin' em guessin', I move in a cohesive direction
Like a disease in progression, never receiving the lesson
I know I'm regrettin', guilty, and I be breeding depression
But I'd like to think it's a better deal than bein' arrested
Shut the front door, turn the lights out
Everybody recollection get a wipe down
Dry lids, tight lips bite down Don't say a word no matter how it might sound
Go
Right down the street where the copper sits
Friends aren't friends but accomplices
They'll leave you on the floor choking on your spit
But I lost a few more than I'd like to admit
Can We
Shut the front door, turn the lights out
Everybody recollection get a wipe down
Dry lids, tight lips bite down Don't say a word no matter how it might sound
Shut the front door, turn the lights out
Everybody recollection get a wipe down
Dry lids, tight lips bite down Don't say a word no matter how it might sound
I woke up
I found him
That's all I know
I'm waiting for the moment to pass, I guess
I'm looking for a moment to grasp, I guess
I can't hold on to one that will last
I guess no cavalry is coming, I just might be the last, I guess
I'm waiting for the moment to pass, I guess
I'm looking for a moment to grasp, I guess
I can't hold on to one that will last
I guess no cavalry is coming, I just might be the last, I guess
I'm waiting for the moment to pass, I guess
I'm looking for a moment to grasp, I guess
I can't hold on to one that will last
I guess no cavalry is coming, I just might be the last, I guess
I'm looking for a moment to grasp, I guess
I'm waiting for the moment to pass, I guess
I can't hold on to one that will last
I guess no cavalry is coming, I just might be the last, I guess
Written by: Bryan Koch
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