Reece Fuller - (Selfish)

Mosh Shit

I want the snare to fuck my lungs
I want the air the suffocate me
I want the mosh to cradle me
Lots of options, shove or punk step

Lager beer and tequila shots
I want you here, but I guess instead
I'll push this punk chick and snag a selfie
Fat Mike fucked up, what a great night

Aren't we all just trying our best?

20-odd years just to get to this point
Plenty off people were coped with this song
Fuckin love this shit, they played Hope emotional

There's a dark in my vision, and an art to my silence
Winds on my back, sins in my livin
Hate for a situation sick teens made

Aren't we all just trying our best?

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Writer(s): Reece Fuller
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