Downer - Curbed Lyrics
It grips your fingers tightand kills your closest friendssqueezing all the lifethat was already slipping away.I've got no sympathy for the guiltor the poison that probably killed youafter all the good doneyou probably know what's best for me too.Holding your head highas though nothing's wrongteeth imbedded in my soulor the heel of my bootwear a mouthpiece suckera mouthpiece suckerthe thrill is goneyour blood is spilledyour life is gone.You grip my fingers tightyou found your only friendclinging onto lifethat has already left you.So now it's dark and sober,where will you fade tonight?In the streetor in your caranother hopeless lost cause.Holding your head highas though nothing's wrongteeth imbedded in my soulor the heel of my bootwear a mouthpiece suckera mouthpiece suckerthe thrill is goneyour blood is spilledyour life is gone.The teeth you've plantedin the onesthe ones that you loveare imbedded in my soul,or the heel of my boot.Wear a mouthpiece suckerWear a mouthpiece suckerWear a mouthpiece suckerWear a mouthpiece suckerThere's nothing wrong.There's nothing wrong.There's nothing wrong.There's nothing wrong.
