My mother always told me about how my smile looks better with my teeth
From six years on it sat at my bedside table for whatever occasion I might need
A little pick me up, a little white mask to boost my self esteem
I'm not afraid of death, but I'm sure as hell afraid of dying
Is it traditional?
Am I a fake?
When I hold back a smile in attempt to change the existential doubt running through my brain
If progress was measured by late nights and time that I spend away from my goddamn mind
I guess you could say I'm doing alright
My balance is the best it's ever been but I still find myself tripping up the stairs
At least I'm not twisting, turning, tumbling down
A few bruised ribs is all I can bear
Gotta rest up
Take a few pills, get myself prepared
This fleeting gain is nowhere near enough to get me there
credits
from Strictly Speaking,
released January 1, 2017
lyrics by Avery Springer
music by Retirement Party
mixing and mastering by Seth Engel
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