Trick Shot I

Used to keep that on a different shelf
You mistook me for myself
I guess I never lived in sincerity
Maybe it was a cry for help
At least it was for someone else
Just one more ghost in the gallery
Want to drive out in to the sun
Always wanted to be one of them
Out there in that fine air breathing everything

Thinking of getting out tonight
I remember all my lines, it's a trick shot
Can't even sell it to myself
I lost the plot

I had a run of perfect timing
Saw the sky fill up with drunken pilots
I had a run of perfect timing
Saw the sky fill up with perfect violence

Taking off to somewhere new
I'm no longer scared of the shit I've been through
Paid in advance to the very last stop
Not one for second chances, though I've been given a lot

We fell down toward the ocean as the hard luck hit
Fuck it



Credits
Writer(s): Tyson Sleete
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