Lyrics
Low hanging fruit
Half rotting on the vine
It's your time
Barbed wire fence
No reaching the top
Red light flashing stop
Waiting on it to
Fall in my lap but
Finding there's good in
Something bad
I'm a parody
Of myself
Hearing the world
Through a sea shell
Why am I choosing the hard way
These back roads and gravel
Rock slides
I get high to fly off the handle
No thank you
I'm good
I don't need your help
Just a virtual bottle of sugar pills
You know you were wrong
And I know I know better
I'm untethered
I'm the only one
Standing in my way
It's an underplay
Waiting for it to
Knock me out
Eleventh hour I'll
Turn around
I'm a parody of myself
Seeing the world
Through a sea shell
Why am I choosing the hard way
These back roads and gravel
Rock slides
I get high to fly off the handle
No thank you
I'm good
I don't need your help
Just a virtual bottle of sugar pills
I guess I'm the problem
And the medicine
And I can't go
Back to where I've been
And I guess
I'm not gonna turn you in
You're the
Problem and the medicine
No thank you
I'm good
I don't need your help
Just a virtual bottle
Of sugar pills
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