AUDIT (feat. Tsurumaki Maki)

WeevilDoing

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    I've got a business, I've got a lovely wife
    Everything I could want, I've got a perfect life
    It's like you're hardly working when it's something you love
    A brain of calculation, it's heart an abacus

    But I think I'd be lying if I didn't say this
    I've got a way with words but not a way with emotions
    I've got a silver bullet, I've got a self-prescription
    I say hand me one more drink, you call it an addiction

    I open up the bottle, let inhibition go
    Maybe I shouldn't, though
    I know I shouldn't, though
    If it becomes a problem, if it seeps in my bones
    Nobody has to know
    Nobody has to know

    I've got a business, I've got a lovely wife
    Maybe I lie a little, but I'm doing alright
    I say that I'll get better, I say I'm trying to quit
    But if you know me, you would know I'm faking it

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    It's only twice a day, then three, then four, then five
    It's not like it'll kill me, it makes me feel alive
    At least I thought that it did
    Don't let them know I told you this
    But I don't know how to resist
    I hate my own excuses-

    Choking on desolation, sip on amaretto
    Won't make me better, though
    I won't get better, though
    I can't stop when I want to, I still have self-control
    But I'll never say no
    But I'll never say no

    I know I fucked it all up, I'm not a perfect man
    But I swear I'll get better, this isn't who I am
    It's really not your problem, you shouldn't give a damn
    You don't know how I'm feeling, so don't try to understand

    Past 60 on the dashboard, past 08 in my blood
    I'm feeling kinda funny, all common sense undone
    Swerving all over the road, got children in the back
    How are we gonna get home?

    (I'm really sorry, Jack, I-)

    The crashing sound of metal, the bleeding from my nose
    I'm so stupid, I know
    Fucking awful, I know
    The iron taste in my mouth mixes with the merlot
    They won't breathe anymore
    They won't breathe anymore

    I've really done it this time, where's there for me to go?
    Goddamnit, I don't know
    How could I ever know?
    A shallow grave from my hands, flesh and blood down below
    Pick up, pick up the phone
    Pick up, pick up the phone

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    Composición: WeevilDoing

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