Duel of the Deer

Do love the dear departed
Just try not to let it show
Fixate on where it started
But I'm not thinking about you, you're on your own

A mind in a body is a child in a boat
Hand on the wheel, disconnected from the yolk
I used to think it was a bad thing to trust anything
I'm talking true knuckle atrophy
But all you need is a loose grip and a blindfold
So tell me, who do you think you are?
And where did you park the car?

I tore my hair out, I couldn't relate
Wrong kind of news for the end of the day
And I'm pathetic now



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Steinhauser
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