Knuckle Deep
Oh, how the mighty keep falling
They said that it was the end of the world
but it turns out it was only the end of me
I forget things because I'm already dead
I just don't know it yet
When you're at the top, there's only one place left to go
and I'm feeling dizzy from this downward spiral
I'm a victim to the fierce natural tones of a lustful negotiation
I'm breathing and for a lack of a better word
I'm slaving over this courtship to ensure I'm worth the effort
But clearly you say you love me and only me
I bet you say that to all the guys who were knuckle deep in love
Just throw all your empty promises in the well
and make a wish about all the times you got carpet burns
I've made some pretty bad mistakes, but you were my prettiest one
and you're the kind of mistake I would never learn from
I'd kill myself for you, but I'd rather kill you for myself
I was always expecting you, but not so soon
Not while I was in the grips of my young nihilist life
Self-loathing, self-destructive, self-pity, self-indulgent
It seems as though everything is always about me
but those are the same words I use to describe you
It's probably a good thing I left you out there in the rain
a flower like you deserves to drown in her own drama
Like animals we keep coming back for more
yet we live in the cradle of mankind
Yet we live in the death of civilization
Let my last words be “I dare you”
Let your trigger finger itch
Just take what you want and me down with you
Few things can set me free like a gun shot to the head
and the smell of you on my sheets
You say you're different from the last
but you're just the same as the first
Oh, how the mighty keep falling They said that it was the end of the world but it turns out it was only the end of me
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