You

You can try to sharpen your knives
But you'll die counting your likes
Destroy your nostrils in bars you despise
Stare at the mirror to bloodshot eyes
You can try to sharpen your knives

Chew it down Puke it out I don't want to feel anything at all
Use me up still hang around I don't even know what's going on

You can cry out your whiskey eyes
Pick a fight, hitch a ride
You've got nothing left to prove you were born to lose
Always running from a former you can try to sharpen your knives

Chew it down Puke it out I don't want to feel anything at all
Use me up still hang around I don't even know what's going on
Chew it down Puke it out I don't want to feel anything at all

All my friends are dead and/or famous I'm still stuck in the same fucking places
All my friends are dead and/or famous I'm still stuck, fuck



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Writer(s): Evan Blaine
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