Sore Wrists

You've got to snap back to your senses eventually
You lost that picture I paid for I'll keep it in my memory
You'll keep laughing, and I'll keep up my sincerity
I've got the damnedest urge to cut out the disease

No matter how good the day was
No matter how nice you were
It doesn't actualize tonight
And by tomorrow morning I'll end up with sore wrists

It feels like you only keep me around
Because you need to gloat
I hate it when you cancel
But I hate it more when you don't
Things feel unsteady
Someone must have rocked the boat
I'm your parasite
I drink from the host

No matter how good the day was
No matter how nice you were
It doesn't actualize tonight
And by tomorrow morning I'll end up with sore wrists

Can't say I didn't try
Can't say I didn't try
Can't say I didn't try
Can't say I didn't try
Can't say I didn't try
Can't say I didn't try
Can't say I didn't try
Can't say I didn't try

No matter how good the day was
No matter how nice you were
It doesn't actualize tonight
And by tomorrow morning I'll end up with sore wrists



Credits
Writer(s): Santiago Flores
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