Many Masks - The Elevator

Own Shit

I've got my own shit goin'
I've got my own shit goin'
I've got my own shit goin'
I've got my own shit

If it takes me a while
I'm just slow like that
Was busy getting high
I'm quite good at that

I fetishize my pain
And I count my scars
I've got a garden of ghost
And my pops guitar

I've learned all the wrong things
From all the right people
If I was a church
I'd be missing the steeple
I'm riding my bike
But it's missing a wheel
I'm a few fries short
Of a happy meal

I've got my own shit goin'
I've got my own shit goin'
I've got my own shit goin'
I've got my own shit

I've got my head in a haze
And a black-eyed heart
I can count the days until I fall apart
On a single hand
That feels old and dull
Holding hella fast
To a beer bottle

So
Watch me go and open cans of worms
Stick my hand where the fire burns
Get in over my head
With my ass on the line
And make twice the mistakes
In half the time

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Writer(s): Joseph Dubuc Lavoie
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