Cut Me, Mick Lyrics

[Spoken]
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Two two three

[Verse]
I been spilling my guts all over stages
Through busted lips and onto the pages
And killin' my friends with the ink from my pen
And prayin' it don't get no worse

'Cause now I'm all dressed up with no place to go
'Cause they all want something sad, sweet, and slow
But don't look to me for your hip apathy
Well I still got something to say
I still got something to say

Cause the crowds are getting bigger, anxiety worse
I'll drink up my blessings and spit out the curse
When the boots hit the boards we won't be ignored
Until this van becomes my hearse

Now all of the noise kids are dressed to the nines
Snorting their paychecks in cute little lines
In a bodega bathroom, committing their crimes It ain't easy lookin' this good
It ain't easy lookin' this good

Now shoot the cough medicine into my veins
The faces get blurry but it kills all the pain
And the voices inside my head stop screaming
Loud enough for me to get to sleep

So move to the city and start up a band
Get your heart broke wide open
With the blood from your hands
Write it all down and embrace the sound
Of failing miserably, yeah

So move to the city and start up a band
Get your heart broke wide open
With the blood from your hands
Write it all down and embrace the sound
Of failing miserably

Write it all down and embrace the sound
We are failing miserably
This is the sound of failing miserably

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