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Problem Daughter - Pocket Sand текст песни

Исполнитель: Problem Daughter

альбом: Grow Up Trash


I never thought I would grow up trash
A mother's pride burnt on tinfoil
They say I'm wrong, though I'm convinced
I'm the worst there's ever been
Am I your little brother or a waste of space?
Pretty teeth in a crooked face?
Every fear, every sin
The world's guilt wrapped up in skin
What's left to feel scorched in the sun
All your hope gets crushed to none
I've got two thousand years before my
Time roaming ends and then I
Can finally die a disgrace
You may want to step back
Because I'm blowing this place
And I'm reeling 'cause I can't stop fucking up

And I can't tell you how much I miss you
Though I may find the words someday
After all you've been through
It wouldn't help to see me this way
And you lie, and you lie, and you lie, and you lie, and you lie
To spare everyone else
And you lie, and you lie, and you lie, and you lie, and you lie
But mostly to yourself
So how'd your week go?
Disappeared within the fires of our past
Paint the seals, lock the door
Phone cord wrapping tightly around my neck

And you lie, and you lie, and you lie
And you lie, and you lie, and you lie
To tear apart what's left
And you lie, and you lie, and you lie, and you lie
If I could crawl myself out of my
Personal hell I would like
To kick myself in the face
You may want to step back
Because I'm blowing this place

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