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FICTION MASTURBATING TO A MEMORY THAT'S FAR, FAR BETTER THAN REALITY AND FOOL YOUR SMIRK TO THINKING THAT'S THE BEST PIECE OF ASS YOU EVER HAD GO ON COMPLAINING THAT YA GOT NO CASH WHILE YOU SPEND AND SLOTH AIN'T IT LIVIN' FAST I LIKE TO HEAR MY OWN MOUTH BITCH & RUN, BITCH & RUN SOMETIMES TOO A FLASH OF FLESH AND COMPOSURE'S SMASHED RETREATIN' TO THE FLOOR LIKE SHE SNAPPED MY BACK BUT THE ONLY LAUGHS COME FROM INSIDE, INSIDE MY HEAD THE JOKE'S ON ME A BOTTLE HERE AND A GLASS FOR BED BUT A CAN'T GET TO SLEEP 'TIL MY DEMONS ARE FED & IN THE MORNING YOU CAN POKE AT ME FOR HOURS BUT YA KNOW I'LL BARELY MOVE FICTION'S NEVER FICTION AND THE FACTS DON'T FEEL LIKE TRUTH AND DESERTION'S LIKE A SPOILED SWEET ADIEU! FICTION'S NEVER FICTION AND THE FACTS DON'T FEEL LIKE TRUTH BUT IF YOU LEAVE ME HERE ALONE LONG ENOUGH I SWEAR I'LL GET ALONG WITHOUT YOU MY CANDIDE'S GOT A LIMP AND A COUGH AND IF OUTLOOK'S MY DOCTOR THAN I'M SURE I'VE LOST IT SEEMS TO ME THE PROMISE NEVER CAME BUT I BELIEVED IT THRU & THRU AND SO I JUDGE LIKE THE REST OF THE PACK AND WHEN YOU FALL BELOW MY STANDARDS THEN I DOUBLE BACK IT DOESN'T HELP WHEN I TURN IT AROUND & TRY, TRY THIS STUPID TEST ON ME ANOTHER ARROGANT NOBODY WITH DESIGNS ON A FUTURE THAT'LL NEVER BE, WHO JUST KEEPS CLIMBING THROUGH THE MAGNETS AND THE ANCHORS IF HE CAN AND IN THE END WILL YOU REMEMBER THE NAME OR WHAT THEY HAD TO DRINK AND THE SONGS THEY SANG A LITTLE BOOKMARK IN THE PAST IS ALL, ALL THEY'RE EVER ASKING FOR Written by: Steven Gullett
Year: 1998.02 Performed by: Solo Recordings: Chords: |