Flying Squid - The world is out to get you, and you're letting it get to you

Sore

I am flesh
I am blood
Would I not
I would break and bleed just like you
Crashing still
Let it fill
In the room
He would breathe that silence into me

You look just like your father
I know
We're both in the same place
High tails and shitty lovers
Get out
Before you get too old

Cheer on the winners
And shit on the losers

What have I
Got to prove
No costume
Makes you feel not like who you are
Ripping up
Tennessee
In my cut
I see pain and pleasure all the same

I said I'd drink the poison
I have
Nothing left to give

Cheer on the winners
And shit on the losers
WHEN YOU FALL BACKWARDS
YOU'LL FALL TO
THE BOTTOM

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Writer(s): John Zaffuto
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