Deaf
Add one more to the body count
Fucked up and tossed around
Take it up stairs or on the couch
Fallin' way too fast to find a way out
I dare ya, try and hit the breaks
In sobriety we find all of our feelings of shame
It's been 10 long years since I felt okay
And I swear I'm just one night away
Trading pain is really not a new thing
It's just a little more fucked up than in our dreams
Young love romances, dancing cheek to cheek
Fluttered eyes glances, one night under sheets
We'll never make it out of it
I'll always be trapped in
Cause we fucked up
Far too many times
Cleaned up, spent months getting sober
Took a couple years just to do it all over
Living like this is surely suicide
But compared to this, hell's a paradise
Take this and like it don't dish it
It's one thing to be a whore, another a bitch
A couple phone calls maybe a few more drunk texts
But to them these chicks are just more dead girlfriends
We'll never make it out
I'll always be trapped in
To the city lights, and the shitty nights
Cause I've fucked up far too many times
Heart ache, hit the liquor cabinet
I've sinned but, babe, I'm out of practice
Life is a cycle built on relapse and habit
Got caught up by design here's my address
Who's saying live life just to cap it
My stories borin' babe, let's make it tragic
Who's fault is it really when you wore that tight dress
When you wore that tight dress
Add one more to the body count
Fucked up and tossed around
I don't deserve life, just put me in the ground
We all want out, but we don't know how
Fucked up and tossed around
Take it up stairs or on the couch
Fallin' way too fast to find a way out
I dare ya, try and hit the breaks
In sobriety we find all of our feelings of shame
It's been 10 long years since I felt okay
And I swear I'm just one night away
Trading pain is really not a new thing
It's just a little more fucked up than in our dreams
Young love romances, dancing cheek to cheek
Fluttered eyes glances, one night under sheets
We'll never make it out of it
I'll always be trapped in
Cause we fucked up
Far too many times
Cleaned up, spent months getting sober
Took a couple years just to do it all over
Living like this is surely suicide
But compared to this, hell's a paradise
Take this and like it don't dish it
It's one thing to be a whore, another a bitch
A couple phone calls maybe a few more drunk texts
But to them these chicks are just more dead girlfriends
We'll never make it out
I'll always be trapped in
To the city lights, and the shitty nights
Cause I've fucked up far too many times
Heart ache, hit the liquor cabinet
I've sinned but, babe, I'm out of practice
Life is a cycle built on relapse and habit
Got caught up by design here's my address
Who's saying live life just to cap it
My stories borin' babe, let's make it tragic
Who's fault is it really when you wore that tight dress
When you wore that tight dress
Add one more to the body count
Fucked up and tossed around
I don't deserve life, just put me in the ground
We all want out, but we don't know how
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Writer(s): Benjamin Taft
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