Abrasive

Slipping out your tongue, this ain't a love song
Smelling your cologne, the smell of raw
Never bothered me, no need to communicate
I never wanted you in the first place
Goin' lock myself in a room full of hate
Money made it different
But you still taste the same (ooh)
But damn, give me back your hands
Am I just an helping hand?
James Taylor, the Handy Man

Demons chasing you, and you can't keep on going
Move forward was sure what you weren't meant for
I'd never want to lie to you
But you made me enjoy your distress
(Distress)

Slipping out your tongue, this ain't a love song
Smelling your cologne, the smell of raw
Never bothered me, no need to communicate
I never wanted you in the first place
Goin' lock myself in a room full of hate
Money made it different
But you still taste the same (ooh)
But damn, give me back your hands
Am I just an helping hand?
James Taylor, the Handy Man



Credits
Writer(s): Serotonin Trip
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