The Art of This

I gave up the Army and called it quits
I should've remembered how to master
The art of this

I don't want to know what I weigh today
It's gonna go up and down
And fluctuate anyway

I am a falcon with my talons out
Never wanted this, only wanted out
It's not my fault
I found a hundred thousand dollars on the ground

I'm not feeling like myself anymore
I'm not feeling like myself
I can't believe you threw the paint at my face
I can't believe you kicked the kids out without me

I don't want to feel your pain
I don't want to feel anything

I don't want to feel your pain
I don't want to hear your heart beat
In the back of my brain



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Hidde
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