Stealing Suns - Right Amount of Abuse

Right Amount of Abuse

Hopscotch, roundabout, zero point my hamster fell into the dusk
Must be around 11, time to tense my muscles
Chop chop chop the knob, some mother’s livid cos I was a bad example
So I hid under bed prayed quid pro quo
Make it go. Are you out there? Do you care?
They said you’re one of rapture and of woe
Please make it go… Oh it’s gone?!
Round round carousel I’m another broken record up for sale

Time lapse to 35, bid goodbye to 9 to 5
Row row row my boat, must be you who’s keeping me afloat

Scoot scoot back and forth, another ticket to the sun I bathed in clouds
They said when pigs fly, I said they don’t have to
I write to start where you simply write to end
While this chapter says to take it slow—and so it showed…
I saw that look on your face. I'll wipe it off some day
It’s seared in my head

How am I alive? Should’ve drowned
I would’ve fell or was it too soon you said?
Could the right amount of abuse be right as rain

Hop hop around the block, honesty is toxic to a bag of wind
Just stepped into the 40s, everyone’s a tad annoying
Talk talk, walk or not, maybe I should glean from your grace
Guess it’s time I learn to let it go…
Flip flop life’s around another mafucker’s concerns
Pot shot—let it go. Mirror mirror it’s not my call

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Written by:
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Art by:
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https://scribblessometimes.etsy.com

Recorded live via phone with #Bandlab app | FX: #Warmplate

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