Testo di Foam Pit

Work on my presentation Shoes shirt and dictation Give my best effort to stand up straight for that Emails politely phrased Everything about me begs Don’t pass me over please there’s rent I gotta pay Those grimy eyes paw at you Those greasy hands grab at you They wanna wring what little you have left You’re not welcome, they make it clear They tell you, you’re only here to hold their ladder Seeing a therapist but being open to risk No way to safely convey the size of this shoulder chip Running’ on bitterness briar hooks into hips Get hot from anger and melted straight into my couch At least there’s some self in self-destruction