On my 20th birthday I smoked so much I couldn't stand
And I couldn't help but feel the sensation of your hand
Brushing through my hair and down my neck
but the grip got to tight and I couldn't stand it
And you gave me good grief like my name was Chuck
So you cut the fat off leaving me in the muck
Now there's blood on the table, on the cutting room floor
But you wanted to take just a little bit more
So you cut off a piece
And I slowly breathe
While you're looking at me saying
"Let's make this clean"
My nervous ticks and nerve endings are
Feeling something impending
I gotta stop pretending that
We're still together and nothing is different
My life is like a movie that don't make no fucking sense
The story sucks, the music's good, the actors did their best
Now I'm holding out hope sequel will be better
But you know what they say
Choosers can't be beggars
Now I'm staring at the ceiling one inch from fucking reeling
And I'm smoking out my feelings on the porch it's fucking freezing
And I'm coughing and I'm wheezing trying to spit out the mud
Black tar on my shoes, now that's called bad blood
So you cut off a piece
While I slowly breathe
While you're looking at me saying
"Let's make this clean"
My nervous ticks and nerve endings are
Feeling something impending
I gotta stop pretending that
We're still together and nothing is different
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