Curbed 歌词

It grips your fingers tight and kills your closest friends squeezing all the life that was already slipping away. I've got no sympathy for the guilt or the poison that probably killed you after all the good done you probably know what's best for me too. Holding your head high as though nothing's wrong teeth imbedded in my soul or the heel of my boot wear a mouthpiece sucker a mouthpiece sucker the thrill is gone your blood is spilled your life is gone. You grip my fingers tight you found your only friend clinging onto life that has already left you. So now it's dark and sober, where will you fade tonight? In the street or in your car another hopeless lost cause. Holding your head high as though nothing's wrong teeth imbedded in my soul or the heel of my boot wear a mouthpiece sucker a mouthpiece sucker the thrill is gone your blood is spilled your life is gone. The teeth you've planted in the ones the ones that you love are imbedded in my soul, or the heel of my boot. Wear a mouthpiece sucker Wear a mouthpiece sucker Wear a mouthpiece sucker Wear a mouthpiece sucker There's nothing wrong. There's nothing wrong. There's nothing wrong. There's nothing wrong.