Bottoms Up

The fevered lurch of passing days begins to boil my seasick veins
But I'm not missing out
Through this screen, I hope unscathed
A precious veil to stave off the pain
But I'm not missing out

A cocktail of years spent drowning
An open mouth relieved from frowning
I don't know what I want
Drink it all in
I don't know what I want
It's too late
Too much seen, far too young

Butterflies swirlin laid spider eggs
Now they come crawling up our legs
But we're not freaking out
Liars recount on the behalf of insecurities you have
But we're not freaking out

A cocktail of years spent drowning
An open mouth relieved from frowning
I don't know what I want
Drink it all in
I don't know what I want
It's too late
Too much seen, far too young

Don't ask me to stay
And don't excuse the pain
You can plead all you want
It means nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Stone
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