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Testo Good Grief
Testo Good Grief
And you stand so tall in your head
I'll erase it all, 'til you're dead
And regret that I didn't call
But enough's enough, my heart is sunk
And it feels
Like 16, like a magazine
Like I'm undoing
A husk in my bed
And I drive, it's dusk, my eyes all red
And I'm sure, a fleeting thought comes in
You're alive until you own the sin
And it feels
Like 18, Like a guillotine
Like I
Kicked out of home, mama ten and alone
I don't care about things that I'm too young to know
Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing
Itchin' skin, my aching body Good grief your own creation
Lost for words, I find my patience
Like in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never noticed
Inside my home, a shaking crawl
And her eyes, do roll and sheets get torn
And again, a fleeting thought is formed
But at five it's gone, the TV's on
And I dream
Of release
And the tears ease
And I feel
Kicked out of home, mama ten and alone
I don't care about things that I'm too young to know
Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing
Itchin' skin, my aching body
Good grief your own creation
Lost for words, I find my patience
Like in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never noticed
Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never noticed
I'll erase it all, 'til you're dead
And regret that I didn't call
But enough's enough, my heart is sunk
And it feels
Like 16, like a magazine
Like I'm undoing
A husk in my bed
And I drive, it's dusk, my eyes all red
And I'm sure, a fleeting thought comes in
You're alive until you own the sin
And it feels
Like 18, Like a guillotine
Like I
Kicked out of home, mama ten and alone
I don't care about things that I'm too young to know
Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing
Itchin' skin, my aching body Good grief your own creation
Lost for words, I find my patience
Like in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never noticed
Inside my home, a shaking crawl
And her eyes, do roll and sheets get torn
And again, a fleeting thought is formed
But at five it's gone, the TV's on
And I dream
Of release
And the tears ease
And I feel
Kicked out of home, mama ten and alone
I don't care about things that I'm too young to know
Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing
Itchin' skin, my aching body
Good grief your own creation
Lost for words, I find my patience
Like in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never noticed
Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never noticed
- Pulling Through
- Good For You
- Head Cold
- Clean My Car
- Straighfaced
- Weightless
- Wasted On Me
- Yet
- Lots Of Nothing
- Head Above
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