Writing With the Corpses
My Time
Try to catch me lacking
But I'm rolling with the dead guys
Wanna find my soul
But I'm to busy having dead nights
Creep up on the scene, on the scene
I don't do drive byes
I'm a nice guy
(Ha)
Slide by
Think she wanna go, she grab my arm
I like her red eyes
Let's take it outside
Have a, have a long night
Slipped out next morning, it was gorgeous
She's euphoric, back to work
Back to writing with the corpses
9 lives,
Kick it up a notch
I cross the bridge, i'm dropping every line
Roll up on you
Fist or blade, I can't decide
Feeling like scum with these cuts on me
Try to be nice, but it's washing off
Candle lit skeleton please go away
Not today, shaky breaks on the car
May he rest in peace
Green man approach the shore
No lungs, no love, no fun
I guess he doesn't breathe
Leave a page on my nightstand for the hopeless, cause I'm lonely
Close to death one with the trees
Cigarette smoke won't let me see
Won't let me leave
Just let me breathe
My Time
Try to catch me lacking
But I'm rolling with the dead guys
Wanna find my soul
But I'm to busy having dead nights
Creep up on the scene, on the scene
I don't do drive byes
I'm a nice guy
(Ha)
Slide by
Think she wanna go, she grab my arm
I like her red eyes
Let's take it outside
Have a, have a long night
Slipped out next morning, it was gorgeous
She's euphoric, back to work
Back to writing with the corpses
Try to catch me lacking
But I'm rolling with the dead guys
Wanna find my soul
But I'm to busy having dead nights
Creep up on the scene, on the scene
I don't do drive byes
I'm a nice guy
(Ha)
Slide by
Think she wanna go, she grab my arm
I like her red eyes
Let's take it outside
Have a, have a long night
Slipped out next morning, it was gorgeous
She's euphoric, back to work
Back to writing with the corpses
9 lives,
Kick it up a notch
I cross the bridge, i'm dropping every line
Roll up on you
Fist or blade, I can't decide
Feeling like scum with these cuts on me
Try to be nice, but it's washing off
Candle lit skeleton please go away
Not today, shaky breaks on the car
May he rest in peace
Green man approach the shore
No lungs, no love, no fun
I guess he doesn't breathe
Leave a page on my nightstand for the hopeless, cause I'm lonely
Close to death one with the trees
Cigarette smoke won't let me see
Won't let me leave
Just let me breathe
My Time
Try to catch me lacking
But I'm rolling with the dead guys
Wanna find my soul
But I'm to busy having dead nights
Creep up on the scene, on the scene
I don't do drive byes
I'm a nice guy
(Ha)
Slide by
Think she wanna go, she grab my arm
I like her red eyes
Let's take it outside
Have a, have a long night
Slipped out next morning, it was gorgeous
She's euphoric, back to work
Back to writing with the corpses
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Mooney
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