Ain't no stranger to some consequence
It's burning dents in all my common sense, I'm done
We'll be drinking ourselves up to the top shelf
I'm going broke in the meantime
A burning paycheck to some open lungs
Sipping tips to a timid tongue someone
I need some help to save from myself from getting so fried
A thousand bucks in CT lotto
Wouldn't feel like I won at all
I'm waist deep in this shit and I haven't slept for a week
I'm still here but I've lost my shadow
Somewhere along the line
But I know real soon it'll all be fine
I try to shy away from loneliness
The kind of shit that got me into this mess at all
You were in hell but I couldn't tell
Because I was preoccupied with myself
I never gave your girl a second glance
I never gave the world a second chance I'm done
I need some help but you couldn't tell
That I'm in the back sniffing whiteout
Been grin-and-bearing this the best I can
A map of pins that was never planned at all
Take me away, I can't say
How much I lost in the hand-off
credits
from Waist Deep,
released September 1, 2012
Written by Ethan Tollin and TJ Piccirillo
Mixed by Jason Zivic at Z Music North
Mastered by Tony Gillis at The Cutting Room
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