biting the curb Songtext
von rwtmp

Word, to scream, to slap
I′m down on my knees
The guitar turns to scrap
Apologies to please

How can you call this love?
We built something to mourn
And we always just watch and sob
Encrusted on my chest, this thorn


(...every time I start working on myself?
Do you not want this?
Can't you face your own daughter for who she is?
Face-to-face instead of the son you′re pretending to have?
Don't start saying you didn't see this coming!
The signs were everywhere
Get the fuck out and leave me alone!
Let me-)

I ain′t genuine to you, you can′t show yourself some pride
Cuz you never saw my heart, it was always put aside
And as much as you tear deep, in my ribcage you won't find
The hot nerves you used to touch, to cut off my open mind

(Mira pendejo conchetuma-)