(recording soon)
• Written by Torches
hit em up with 10 shots,
stutter until the body drops,
do you really wanna see how a comic walks.
i bet you, not.
i bet you believed, you were conceived.
on top of the minds that would bottle up an leave.
so i guess its us twee, on the shuttle bus.
can we stop now, how bout on the next ride. outta town.
i'm bustin out, walking a mile now.
i can't seem to find myself, i'm left walking around.
without any sound.
an i can't handle any of it wow. how.
am i still here, hands up like i have no fear.
but still have no care to bare with this common year.
it was supposed to be us two.
now i'm just sitting here in a loop.
face blank, starring at the news.
am i losing my mind, or is it all true.
with hopes an dreams, to be hailed a king.
to my own son, i hold. while you sit back sing.
i can't believe what's going on, i'm falling off my feet.
with shit, i'd never think about.
I feel like i shouldn't be astounded by the thoughts.
that if i drop, you'd be the first one to call the cops.
while i'm hanging their, next to the sound of a music box.
can you not, can you pause any moment.
so you can stop the thought of me going.
with every scar, theirs a fucked up memory.
that may have been hard.
but at the end of the day, you could live large.
find a reason, too live.
so we can live within our hearts.
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Torches
Member since November 11 2015