Drag
Don't let the devil in, baby
That's all the god that I have
And I don't want to know
I've grabbed all the rope I can grab
Stepped out of bed to believe I'll
Go through with some future plan
My clothes are still in the dryer
I think about phoning it in again
That wretch begins to climb up
I feel his toes in my back
This time I'm going to say something
But this time it's only my cat
Alright, I'm going (ah)
Fuck me, I'm looking back
Stuffing in the loose layers
Holistic visions at bat
Let's call it a wrap
I'll think on it tonight
How does it grow?
I'm not trying to drink this
But I'm washing my teeth with it every night
By hanging onto the spool
After all the wire has spun
Good things begin to grow tired
I'm thinking maybe I'm done
But I'm letting go to get up
Oh, I'm cool, I'm relaxed
Though I'm still caught up in thinking
About things that don't think of me back
Alright it's over, surely it's not that bad
I never need a good reason
Baby's first existential
Could you be gentle?
There's one every night
Where does this go?
I'm all over the sequence
Digging the deep-end one spell at a time
I could've sworn I saw some think-piece about this
Regarding fifteen things that better your life
This morning is cold
The sun it hits just as hard, man
I'm driving the same streets I drive all the time
Dressed in my best depression chic
I have emerged with the world at my fingers
It'll all be alright
I've got two dogs
Some friends and family to count on
A slight drinking problem
And music to write
That's all the god that I have
And I don't want to know
I've grabbed all the rope I can grab
Stepped out of bed to believe I'll
Go through with some future plan
My clothes are still in the dryer
I think about phoning it in again
That wretch begins to climb up
I feel his toes in my back
This time I'm going to say something
But this time it's only my cat
Alright, I'm going (ah)
Fuck me, I'm looking back
Stuffing in the loose layers
Holistic visions at bat
Let's call it a wrap
I'll think on it tonight
How does it grow?
I'm not trying to drink this
But I'm washing my teeth with it every night
By hanging onto the spool
After all the wire has spun
Good things begin to grow tired
I'm thinking maybe I'm done
But I'm letting go to get up
Oh, I'm cool, I'm relaxed
Though I'm still caught up in thinking
About things that don't think of me back
Alright it's over, surely it's not that bad
I never need a good reason
Baby's first existential
Could you be gentle?
There's one every night
Where does this go?
I'm all over the sequence
Digging the deep-end one spell at a time
I could've sworn I saw some think-piece about this
Regarding fifteen things that better your life
This morning is cold
The sun it hits just as hard, man
I'm driving the same streets I drive all the time
Dressed in my best depression chic
I have emerged with the world at my fingers
It'll all be alright
I've got two dogs
Some friends and family to count on
A slight drinking problem
And music to write
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