The Art Of Whore Dillinger Four

I was here before these hangers on

And Ill still be here when you lose em

Weve seen it once, weve seen it before

Building confidences with razors



Your swelling head, blacks out the sun

The more you speak, the more I go numb

It goes on and on like a painful sitcom

Im sorry sir, are you ready for your close-up?



Your egos fed, my face is red, I gotta get out



All this limelight, its burning up your sight

And Im afraid you no longer see it

Handed the life you want, you chose to respond

With nothing but complaints

Thats not a life, its a fucking cliche



Forget the people who have brought you here

Forget the places you came from

I recognize that the walls are closing in

And I have never walked in your shoes



Cant get back to the start

Yeah it hurts sometimes, it kinda breaks my heart

Try to find something to say but the words dont fit

I stood there awkwardly

While you let people act like you just parted the sea

I wanna set it straight

The words dont fit, I wonder if they ever will

Can we get back to where we began?

Do I really even give a damn?
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