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- Gut Rot
Woah it hurts too much so call me out for not having the guts.
So chalk it up to poor judgment but how could you?
Given every chance, our outstretched hands,
But you’d drink the ocean and ask for more.
Given every chance, all of our outstretched hands.
And I can’t believe all the things you’ve taken from me (not the money but the memories).
So chalk it up to poor judgment, and I misjudged you.
- Storyteller
The midnight drunks go walking
Happy, looking sad, and talking destiny
This is what the city pays for, I can see
The neon lights resist the fight against separation anxiety
This is what the city pays for, I can see
The dream they sell
I’m hooked; I’m overwhelmed again
And I wish that I could say the days alleviate