The Sore Spots

Oh I'm insatiable
Yes I'm voracious, dear
I'm a glutton for punishment
I'll eat my pain and drink my fears

Cuz these songs don't write themselves
They're come from my own brand of hell
The one where I'm clutching at my mattress
To stop myself from sinking down

So there's no use
My devil's got his hooks in me
So there's no use
So might as well enjoy my wealth of suffering
My devil's got his hooks in me

Oh I'm so restless
And I'm so lonely here
My devil's not much for conversation
In fact he prefers to sit and listen

Cuz these songs don't write themselves
He keeps me chained up to my bed frame
Lobs a few jabs to spur me on
Keep writing down his favorite songs

And when they all come to save me
And He doesn't say word
I'll chase them all away
I need him here, I'd miss the pain

We'll stay sequestered in the sore spots
A lonely pair to hide away
I'll keep my devil on my shoulder happy
Cuz he can't run away

So there's no use
My devil's got his hooks in me
So there's no use
So might as well enjoy my wealth of suffering



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Tharp
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