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Sick selfish hearts, it's my mess, but I digress again
Sick selfish hearts, it's my mess, but I digress again

I've seen the rope thrown to catch you tangle to a noose around your neck
I've seen the floodgates you build against the bad things come apart brick by brick
I've seen the gold things fade to a slightly darker shade
I've seen the lonely graves on the darkest days, when we had nothing to say

Here's to another year a wretch
Here's to another year a wreck
Here's to the hell we go through
Here's to a royal fucking mess

I guess we're truly blessed

I sort of recall a time that I thanked God I was alive
And he looked me dead in the eye and he told me I'd be dead by twenty five

Sick and tired of being restless, restless and tired of being sick
Haven't got a head or heart to call home, and I'm tired of wandering
Found myself in a very dark place, bitterness washed down with another drink
Been away for a while now and I'm tired of wandering

So rest assured my friend, you'll wind up dying or wind up dead

Isn't it funny how all the good things segue into deadweight, with every step you take?
And the clock ticks, subtle and silent, to the rhythm of your mistakes
And the problems we create, and the clock ticks, again and again
And we lay in the mess we've made

Sick and tired of being restless, restless and tired of being sick
Haven't got a head or heart to call home, and I'm tired of wandering
Found myself in a very dark place, bitterness washed down with another drink
Been away for a while now and I'm tired of wandering

Sick selfish hearts, this is my mess, but I digress
It's getting old now, just sticks and stones now, brittle bones
So it goes, so you think
I'll have you know I love the taste of my own medicine, because you make me fucking sick

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