Grit!

I don't want music
That's been through the wringer
And I don't want bandaged up
Versions of hurtin'
'Cause I do
I hurt n' so do you

I write songs to write 'em
The joy's in the artwork
And if I'm bein' honest
Burnout really limits what I do
But my friends make music too

I gotta cry to write songs
And I gotta write songs to make music
It's stressin' me out
So I cry
Write a song
And do it all again

Hell, I want artists
That went through the wringer
And oh, I want artwork
That makes my tears thicker
And yes, I want lyrics
Like sand in my teeth
I want soil
When I decompose
I am earthy
My friend Violet said so
And oh, I want love
Like the dirt on my palms
I want words

With grit and with shovels I dig
Through the oily folds
Of my forte
My verbal expressions of it



Credits
Writer(s): Asher Robino
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