Liquor Wounds [Experiment]

Gotta get used to this blessing of being alone
When the winter has teeth and I’m chilled to the bone
But walking around in bare feet’s
Got me treading the past
Of broken bottles and bottle caps

The ground is coated in the aspersions they cast
I’m tripping on keeping the blood neat
Keeping the ice from the glass
There’s gotta be
Something easier than walking the coals
Crossing these bridges
Not spending time with the trolls
Hate how they roll

Smiling politely just to spite me
They’ve got the teeth of a wolf
Licking jowls, on the prowl,
cuz my feet bleed on the sidewalk
And there’s no time to bandage ’em

(Gotta keep moving
Gotta break through before time’s up)

Put down that phone, you’re alone
So fucking sick of your voice
I’ve got no option but pray for deafness
It’s like I haven’t got a choice
Let’s defect, let’s be reckless
My face is affectless
I’m not gonna smile at your callow
And feckless dissecting of what we built,
The faithful faceless

So tired of tasting the bottom of your boot
Rather lick the dirt and blood from our wounds
You want another round
We’ll take you flawlessly,
Victory not vengeance banner flying above, we
The callous and nasty, nothing so fancy
But it works in a pinch
It works like a stitch
Hurts like a bitch
Correcting the glitch and sewing the seams

You aren’t going to stop this
With every tumble we take
Like a snowball down a hill
Man, we got this.

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