Hoyt - Dust

Dirt

Hands gripping in the dirt
Ain't it fucking perfect
To call me worthless
When I'm already hurting
And nothing feels certain
Used to be an extrovert
Now I'm fucking introverted
Constant burden
Hangin' up the Curtains
Constantly flirting
With the flames, and you know what I'm burning
If you need me, I'll be out searching
For what I love
And I'll be happy when I've found it
Oh the woods are so damn drowning
People wanna see me frowning
Well who's really frowning, when you the ones clowning
Drawn on smile, rapping how you counting
Acting dumbfounded
When your friends ask "how you really think you sounding
Cause they know that you ain't banging or pounding or counting

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Writer(s): Afton Izatt
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