We Are Both Writers

Kind Of Like Spitting

Reacclimate to my surroundings back in a city 
that just seems to eat itself 
and all I really wanna do is 
get back into you. No tension 
no worries, but every time it 
comes around I find grey ways 
to let you down, I can't 
control my instincts, why 
can't I be happy just to call 
you a friend. I thought 
things could be different, maybe I could do some good, 

come home spent to unemploy a past from Hollywood. Some 
things can change everything 
despite their rights and 
wrongs, I'm getting 
reacquainted with my lower 
self. Redhead teach me 
compassion from your fragrant 
continent, while you're at it 

you can resurrect my family, 
while you're at it you can 
summon Christ and part the 
seas, while you're at you can 
pulverize my chemicals. I'm so sick of trying to fight my 
body and you at the same 
time. I am righteous in my 
anger! All I have to give you 
is my lower self, I will sing 
of how we made love like 
strangers, and all I have to 

sell you is my lower self, oh how you are so petty as the 
post-punk kids you pity, how 
you swear by the myth that 
you're not beautiful, and 
nothing ever seems to work 
the way that it gets planned, 
so we turn away from everyone 
that loves us, hypnotized by 
waves our lives are deer 
blocking the lane, we can 
just sit back and watch it 
all go up in flames, till 
every note every chord sounds 
the same, it goes boom boom 
boom boom boom on my ego, it 
goes boom boom boom boom boom 
but I don't mind it anymore 
cuz it can only go boom boom 
boom for so long, until it 
hurts you more than it hurts 
me, and nothing ever seems to 
work the way that It gets 
planned so I turn away from 
everything that hurts me, 
climb back into a cloud of 
smoke my face close to the 
flame, cameras pulling back , 
leaving you left off the 
frame, it's a party and 
you're not invited.
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