mouth full of dirt
Singer:four year strong
tipping the scales in the wrong direction
biting my tongue until it bleeds
you saw the panic washing over my face
and now you're watching me rinse and repeat
but i don't want to be here
but the timing is not that great for me
always expecting the worst
i'm pleading my case with a mouth full of dirt
i'm hoping to bury you with every word
and i don't need to self medicate
the television doesn't hold my attention
it only keeps me from falling asleep
the emptiness is filling up the space
is this reality or is it a dream?
but you don't want to be here
or am i where i'm supposed to be?
always expecting the worst
i'm pleading my case with a mouth full of dirt
i'm hoping to bury you with every word
and i don't need to self medicate
before the void annihilates me
and i don't need to self medicate
and i don't need to self medicate