Penicillin Fight

Things are getting moldy
We never passed the test
Try to cut around it
You lose the rest

Sitting in your ease chair
You're bound to melt
Slipping through your wicker
Lonely spells

I hate to call us out
But what point have we lost
The penicillin fight

Tethered to our cables
Puppets hanging down
Painted wooden feelings
Roll on the ground

Cheated out of these tears
Oh to give
Money for a heartache
To relive

We tried like some of the best
We cry like all of the rest
We grow on lavender fields
Resigned to everyday meals

I hate to call us out
But what point have we lost
The penicillin fight



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Avery
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