Somehow I'm the one apologizing every other night
Is it my sad mental state that creates the pit in my stomach and puts the fault on mine?
Maybe it was fate that I forgot to give you that shitty cassette tape until last night
When I caught a glimpse of your lips on hers and I lost my focus, couldn't compose my mind
When you tore out the stitches I labored over to suppress my emotions, I had only ever showed you mine
And your cigarette smoke, it sticks to my clothes
Like the words I stole, and wrote off as my own
Shortness of breath, carcinogens bled out from your chest
In and out breath through your mouth take in what you can and just throw the rest out
Your ball and chain is keeping me here when I just wanna run away
Charm and wit has a tighter grip than my conscious will ever muster up anyways
Victim of my inability to stand up for myself and push the guilt away
credits
from Strictly Speaking,
released January 1, 2017
lyrics by Avery Springer
music by Retirement Party
mixing and mastering by Seth Engel
supported by 56 fans who also own “Men's Volleyball”
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