Slither
A hot summer day spent inside watching the tv
The couch totally crying "you don't know what you mean to me"
Drag it out, pay your dues, are you in? gotta choose
Calculate my intentions like a fucking astronaut
And the black dog beside me sweating boredom by the pound
Watch my day spin 360, see me slither to the ground
Trace my head back to it was once last found
Yea, I made some bad decisions but I'll take another round
I'm and ugly mother fucker with a glare in his eye and the evil brews inside of me, right where i wanna be
Dead, crucified in a modern way of life
Turn my guilt into and ornament and hang it on your christmas tree
Off into the night, I slither on like a calico cat in a breeder's dream
Fear of rejection, a common insight, hide away in the corners, take the heat, return to my kind
I accept the fact no one can think for themselve
No one respects themselves, I dont respect myself
Its coming on fast, this is never gunna last, tell me I'm right
Its none of your concern, keep my secrets in my pockets I'm right
Turn of the tide, we slither on with our lives, if the grass is always greener then I'll see you on the other side.
The couch totally crying "you don't know what you mean to me"
Drag it out, pay your dues, are you in? gotta choose
Calculate my intentions like a fucking astronaut
And the black dog beside me sweating boredom by the pound
Watch my day spin 360, see me slither to the ground
Trace my head back to it was once last found
Yea, I made some bad decisions but I'll take another round
I'm and ugly mother fucker with a glare in his eye and the evil brews inside of me, right where i wanna be
Dead, crucified in a modern way of life
Turn my guilt into and ornament and hang it on your christmas tree
Off into the night, I slither on like a calico cat in a breeder's dream
Fear of rejection, a common insight, hide away in the corners, take the heat, return to my kind
I accept the fact no one can think for themselve
No one respects themselves, I dont respect myself
Its coming on fast, this is never gunna last, tell me I'm right
Its none of your concern, keep my secrets in my pockets I'm right
Turn of the tide, we slither on with our lives, if the grass is always greener then I'll see you on the other side.
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Writer(s): Dustin Hayes
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