Waves
So, this is how we choose to spend our time
Talking shit on anyone who doesn't fit
Requirements
A tired list, I thought it'd never come to this
Either way I think it's time I cop that Irish exit
A silver tongue tarnished
Another bar tab spent wishing
I spent my paycheck on something of substance
You keep your ego and I'll find another way out
Of a sick and jaded frame of mind
No time left to borrow no semblance of healthy self-doubt
Left to curb your appetite
Poking holes in sails as a pastime
Measure breaths in a chorus of recycled lines
It shook the walls
The way you threw it in my face
The vitriol misplaced best left behind your teeth
It's not what this city needs
Yeah the pint glasses look less inviting when they're empty
(I still feel empty)
You keep your ego and I'll find another way out
Of a sick and jaded frame of mind
No time left to borrow no semblance of healthy self-doubt
Left to curb your appetite
It comes in waves, it comes in waves, it comes in ways I can't relate
It comes in waves, it comes in waves, it comes in ways I can't explain
Yeah I thought I got older I thought that my shoulders
Could carry all your bullshit
But there's more to life than the plastic skin you're in
I'm fucking going home
Talking shit on anyone who doesn't fit
Requirements
A tired list, I thought it'd never come to this
Either way I think it's time I cop that Irish exit
A silver tongue tarnished
Another bar tab spent wishing
I spent my paycheck on something of substance
You keep your ego and I'll find another way out
Of a sick and jaded frame of mind
No time left to borrow no semblance of healthy self-doubt
Left to curb your appetite
Poking holes in sails as a pastime
Measure breaths in a chorus of recycled lines
It shook the walls
The way you threw it in my face
The vitriol misplaced best left behind your teeth
It's not what this city needs
Yeah the pint glasses look less inviting when they're empty
(I still feel empty)
You keep your ego and I'll find another way out
Of a sick and jaded frame of mind
No time left to borrow no semblance of healthy self-doubt
Left to curb your appetite
It comes in waves, it comes in waves, it comes in ways I can't relate
It comes in waves, it comes in waves, it comes in ways I can't explain
Yeah I thought I got older I thought that my shoulders
Could carry all your bullshit
But there's more to life than the plastic skin you're in
I'm fucking going home
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Writer(s): Patrick Saal
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