99 Problems, 0 Caveats

I've had a field day with this pipe dream
I sang along to the rhythm of my own decay

We plot escapes and we try in vain
With all the subtlety of earthquakes

I've had a field day with this suffering
I fucked it up with only myself to blame

When nothing shifts I shiver
In the cold of discontentment
I'm sick and tired of this game

I've had a field day with this pipe dream
I sang along to the melody of my decay
I've had a field day with this suffering
I fucked it up with only myself to blame



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Writer(s): Andrew Braddam
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