Ma And Pa

Landon Tewers

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Two drinks down then another round
Crashing in the same town
My parents found when they were still in love
Two more days till I leave again
Gave up cus you always win
Maybe I can just pretend that I'm settling down
I'm a thief, I'm a liar, I'm a fake

Never take what I deserve it's my mistake
Two more months till I'm home and I'm sick of wasting all my time
Maybe I'm just stale and I can't admit
Over analyze, never sympathize
I don't really care tonight
Rotting in these streets

Grinding up my teeth
Drink until I feel alive
A sick old soul with a cardboard box for lungs
Not the religious type but I spoke in many tongues
I'm a dead man, dead man walking
I'm a dead man, dead man talking
I've tried to be a good man

Tried to keep my thoughts in check
My father was always right
And my mother was a train wreck
I'm a sick fuck, a sick fuck with good luck
A sick fuck, a sick fuck with good luck
Over analyze, never sympathize

I don't really care tonight
Rotting in these streets
Grinding up my teeth
Drink until I feel alive