Dude, Can I Barrow Five Bucks

Duration

3:55

Genres

Alt. Rock

Lyrics

I got this practiced crooked smile That keeps fighting for its place But these fragile weary bones That lay behind my cheeks Are starving for the chance To rip out all I want to say Or otherwise dance, The slow shuffle of decay Yeah this is always case I hide behind bloody teeth and drunken days I've lost my faith in everything Somewhere between ill luck and destiny Oh it's just never terrible enough There's a whole in your heart But a smirk on my face I needed a good excuse to make this bottle empty My staccato heart is in poignant contrast To the shaking of your body Oh fate must have its eye on me Just itching through these walls Like some sick little game Oh, the cravings are so monumental I swear I'd give up my clothes And the ghost that lives inside them For one last chance At feeling free again