I am a chamellion trying to shed snake skin
Slithering from state to state with memory to erase
But it remains through the changing chords
Because it's better to be tired than stable
My eyes droop from my face yanked down by your every move.
Lookin to fulfill my sweet tooth. Your my candy. Give me brandy so I can hate myself again.
Sayin shit I don't mean. These nights don't mean a thing.
As I sit in pain at the end of the day I know that it's the only way. talking less but saying more.
For good things I will endure. I'll never know what could have been. A ticket to anywhere was provided and I was countin on it to feed me a satisfying grin. But the man came for me and asked me to enjoy the show playing tonight.
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