Letra de Last Looks

I’ve been so devout
I’ve been drowning out the voices in my head
I’ve been suffering for all the choices that I’ve made
An ancient baby filled with dread

I know, I know. I want to let it go. I can’t get it right
I’m on to you. You forced my hand to choose. We can leave tonight

This is for cowards. This is for slack-jawed
Settled in on the losing end. Tourniquet-clad. Blackballed
We’re tired of the race. We’re sick of the smell
A special lie that hides inside, but it sells and it sells and it sells