Skin N' BonesMature

When I say I’m depressed I can’t stop laughing
because I’m so Goddamn sick of trying to find
a little piece of Heaven in this forsaken Hell
So when you’re ready I’m just about to leave
to start anew and hope I don’t mess up again

Because I ain’t going anywhere in this backwood town
I’m sick of drowning my sorrows every Friday night
just to resurrect them every fucking Monday morning
but that’s how it is, every bottle, every heart palpitation
just makes me love a little bit more
just makes me hate a little bit more

I’ll be damned to have an opinion when people believe I care for theirs
for once I’d love to speak without the fear of that idiotic response
that I’ve been accustomed to for so many years
Maybe it’s my fault, I should have laid down the line
cross it and I’ll break ya jaw, that’ll suit me just fine

Because I ain’t going anywhere in this backwood town
I’m sick of drowning my sorrows every Friday night
just to resurrect them every fucking Monday morning
but that’s how it is, every bottle, every heart palpitation
just makes me love a little bit more
just makes me hate a little bit more

Don’t talk to me about Love because that ship has sailed
I’m already trying to find a way to forget about it all
Every valentine’s and bouquet of roses will soon turn to dust
so you better make your promises before the day ends
or you’ll regret it before long

The End

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