Christlike - Sleeping With One Eye Open

Lost track, of my steps
At least my footprints were all blown away
Done some bad things, with the iron on my hip
At least the whiskey keeps the thoughts at bay

It's sour, but it tastes okay

You know
I didn't learn my lesson
Behind those iron bars
You know
If you turn your back on me
I will pull my fucking trigger

Spit the sand, out my mouth
Take the pencil, and put it to the page
'Cause times like these sure don't last
A fire to accompany

And a few, lonely laughs

I know I just heard a snap
Right outside my window
And I'm leaning back
Creaking
In my rocking chair

With two shells pointed at the door
And a finger on the trigger

You know I fight back
You know I fight back
You know I fight back
You know I fight back

Written by:
Spencer Gundersen

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