Dying With Decent Music Testo

Maybe better you than me
You❝re much weaker, you❝re more clumsy
When I forfeit my patience to you
So maybe you❝ve had too much wine
Piggy❝s flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room
❝Your sideburns always smell like sex❝
Little sister, your big brother, ❝the fuck❝ won❝t be smothering you
Or calling to his friends back east
❝Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadful❦ my white slave❝
Let them die while some decent music plays
With my shit shoe stumbles that❝s me dirty nails and awful thoughts
I❝ll use the words used up on commercials
Like such sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines
This feeling I can❝t confine that to a rhyme
But maybe I can when I see you on the other side
See you on the other side where we would be released
I❝d sell out everything if I could find such peace
See you on the other side where we would be released
I❝d sell out everyone if I could find such peace
I will be free