The boatman came your way without warning
Other than that black spot in your lungs
In the end we're all blaming someone
No looking back again Conspiracies melt in your brain
Whatever it takes to make you feel safe
Lost love in a six pack of beer
You lay down and pray for another round
The coughing,
the hate,
the fear
They won't let you go
Where would we be if life wasn't a chisel?
In the middle of nine you're touched by God
That black hole ate all of your serotonin
No one asks why you're ready to go On
the day my brother died the world started
tilting In the middle of four, now three
You question it all,
plans you break It's in them, our legacy
Voices
in your head say you're worthless They won't let you go
But you are slow, Marsh
This life ain't for choosing
There is no second draft
No happiness coming
You try so hard but you don't know why you're not smiling
It's the buck and the machine and you let the slots spin
Do you remember the look on my face
when you told me you wanted to die?
Drive that car right off of a cliff as long as I wasn't inside
But you are slow, Marsh
This life ain't for choosing
There is no second draft No happiness coming
You've been crying your whole damn life
and they dare ask why you're not smiling
It's the buck and the machine and you let the slots spin
Big let me down easy Big let me down easy
Big let me down
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