Passion of the Newly Perverted

Empty sex and sedatives
Self-inflicted bedlam in my head
A life heavily edited
A lie to save my skin again
Won't this all be better when I'm dead

Empty threats and expletives
Apologies and arguments
Another night of sleeping on my own
Feasting on the negative
A lie that's so repetitive
the cycle almost starts to feel like home

Life's a different shade of shit
Through the bottom of this bottle
Have faith, hit the throttle
Can never find a hole that fits
Always digging for the bottom
I knew the steps, but I forgot 'em
Another round!

I can't make any sense
Of just how to make amends
So you'll never see my face again
No words in my defense
No way to recompense
It all comes crashing to its end

Life's a different shade of shit
Through the bottom of this bottle
Have faith, hit the throttle
Can never find a hole that fits
Always digging for the bottom
I knew the steps, but I forgot 'em
Another round!



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Battaglia
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