Tayls - Fist Fight

I'll never win a Fist Fight
I'll never be a runner
I wake up in the yard most nights
Painted different colors
And I refuse to be,
The fool again
A change you'll see
But you know me
I am the bully
I am the victim
I condense my whole world down
And put it in a prison
If you're someone who is freakless
You probably wouldn't like me
Lets agree to disagree this isn't good timing

And I find myself a mystery
That I keep on repeating
It's like I lost and found that point
For no apparent reason
And you might think
Of me a little junky
But you're not far off
Some people tend to call me
A little insane
But forever I am Golden
I could never Glisten
In my mind there is not a thing like
Too much in my system
If you're someone who is freakless
You somehow surround me
Putting me up baby to the test
I guess I'll put it all behind me

I am the convict, and I am my own prison
It's like missile strike right into my mind in the middle of a crisis
And if you're putting on that black dress, you don't have to remind me
I guess i'm not really trying to die. And that's a better feeling, yeah

Getting out of the city
Breaking out of the prison
Spreading my mind and heart around
Break it into pieces
Yeah I'm leaving on that next train
Out to where the sun ends
Collect my things
Give it all away
Put me out of your vision.

Written by:
Christopher Parise, Matthew Sancez, Nick Cole, Shamus Morgan, William Farber

Publisher:
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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