Bent

Well I was raised north, into the lift
Of what you come to find, these days
Traveling, calling on the ground of my leg bones

And I left you in my right mind, and I'm all out on the inside
Of a strict, that makes no sense, and I'm so bent

Well I went south for the summer, I swear I'm in Austin Texas,
And had a drink or two.
Well I was clean, calm collected and cold,
Before I got on my own, in a nation under god.

Overworking, and I'm left here in my right mind, And I'm all out on the inside.
Of a strict, that makes no sense and I'm so bent, I'm so bent.

And I'm left here in my right mind, and I'm all out on the inside.
Of a strict, that makes no sense, it makes no sense

If I'm tangled in my own mind, and I'm forward on my back slide
On a strip that makes no sense and I'm so bent.



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Thompson, Mimi Naja, Jay Cobb Anderson, Kellen Asebroek
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