Sandwich
Saying I never tried because I did
Tried so hard I lost my lid
And all the jam came tumbling out, stumbling out and mumbling about
How its just gonna get cleaned up
Swept up
Sweep it under the rug
And I'm feeling like I messed up
Spilling jam down the side of my cheeks
And i haven't left my room in weeks
But my body's going places physically
Why has it left without me
Take my bread away from me
It's not stale I promise you
Knife is in sink
And all my washing it keeps building
But I just can't clean it up
Pushed from either side
And all my fillings they keep spilling
And I'm just here for the ride
Napkins on the floor
I've made another mess again
And I need to get a grip
Pushed from either side
And all my fillings they keep spilling
And I'm just trying to get by
Take my bread away form me
It's not stale I promise you
Take a piece of my mouth out
Take a bite of my jaw
Say goodbye to your sandwich
I can't feed you anymore
Anyway you want to see it
Anywhere you want to go
There's no lid upon this jam.
I just though you should know
That there's risk of overflowing
But a carpet hides my shame
Many stains upon the tiles
I only have myself to blame
And I'm blaming, blaming, blaming my
Watching old movies
A distraction; happy ending
And I just can't wait to be king
Something's got to give
And I'm not willing, I'm not willing
To be the one who breaks
Longing to forgive
But I'm placated by my hatred
Singing songs about used bread
Something's got to give
And I'm not willing, I'm not willing
To be the one who breaks
Tried so hard I lost my lid
And all the jam came tumbling out, stumbling out and mumbling about
How its just gonna get cleaned up
Swept up
Sweep it under the rug
And I'm feeling like I messed up
Spilling jam down the side of my cheeks
And i haven't left my room in weeks
But my body's going places physically
Why has it left without me
Take my bread away from me
It's not stale I promise you
Knife is in sink
And all my washing it keeps building
But I just can't clean it up
Pushed from either side
And all my fillings they keep spilling
And I'm just here for the ride
Napkins on the floor
I've made another mess again
And I need to get a grip
Pushed from either side
And all my fillings they keep spilling
And I'm just trying to get by
Take my bread away form me
It's not stale I promise you
Take a piece of my mouth out
Take a bite of my jaw
Say goodbye to your sandwich
I can't feed you anymore
Anyway you want to see it
Anywhere you want to go
There's no lid upon this jam.
I just though you should know
That there's risk of overflowing
But a carpet hides my shame
Many stains upon the tiles
I only have myself to blame
And I'm blaming, blaming, blaming my
Watching old movies
A distraction; happy ending
And I just can't wait to be king
Something's got to give
And I'm not willing, I'm not willing
To be the one who breaks
Longing to forgive
But I'm placated by my hatred
Singing songs about used bread
Something's got to give
And I'm not willing, I'm not willing
To be the one who breaks
Credits
Writer(s): Maddison Deans
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