Gone Postal

Sick of feeling guilty tryna' live my life
It's in the same sense that I'm more tired when I sleep at night and I know
It might be for show

And tryna' shake it might just cause resent
As mirrors hide distant eyes behind some picket fence
Cause' they know
My top's about to blow

You're like jet propulsion locked in a vile
And confrontation only brings denial
And what a foolish notion that you keep on file
But rage is not style

And I had to laugh when the tables turned
As another Lou Reed rip off has come to burn away
But that's not my card to play

And the latter half in which they all reside
Brings discomfort to those who only choose to hide in this world
So let it unfurl

You're like jet propulsion locked in a vile
And confrontation only brings denial
And what a foolish notion that you keep on file
But rage is not in style



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Adams
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