The Writing South - Viscosity

I've got blood on my hands
Aches and pains in my joints again
Remember who I've been
And the lives I've destroyed

I heard stories
Of who you claim to be
Never found you wanting me
So I found it from someone else

I don't really trust who people say they are
Would I still be a man after your own heart

I'm dark but I'm still lovely
These old things still sometimes haunt me
I know what I can be
C'mon pull the gold outta me

Yeah, I wear your love like war paint
Yeah, You turn the sinner to saint
I've got fire for a soul
I've got fire you could know

Lying here
Broken bones and empty bottles
Cleaned myself from all my idols
I sobered up and felt the void

Even still
I have trouble knowing myself
Believing in myself
Could I take you at your word

It's all gonna fall apart if there's no change
'Bout time I get the lead out anyway

I'm dark but I'm still lovely
These old things still sometimes haunt me
I know what I can be
C'mon pull the gold outta me

Yeah, I wear your love like war paint
Yeah, You turn the sinner to saint
I've got fire for a soul
I've got fire you could know

Written by:
Brendan Cavanaugh

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