Off Day

from Suppose You Grow by Stagbriar

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lyrics

I wasn’t denying shit.
I kept my evenings lit.
It weighed a lot then.
Off, so what’s a day of death?
You’ve got no motive left, I’ve got my hands tied.

Let it die.
Let it rot like a thing you forgot.
Give me time.
Give me space.
I can peel a new face if I try.

You don’t have to tell me ‘bout everything that won’t do.
You don’t have to tell me ‘bout everything.

I don’t want to hear all about your wickedness lately out on 66.
Carry on.
Your passion subsides quickly.
Did you get your fix?

I can recognize your tricks.
I’ve got my stones and sticks, you’ve got your hair tied.

Let it die.
Let it rot like a thing you forgot.
Give me time.
Give me space.
I can peel a new face.

You don’t have to tell me ‘bout everything.
Tell me ‘bout everything.