The Strip - Make It Back

Lovin' you don't come cheap
Got these bags at the cost of sleep
Shoulda started slow, I got off running'
Said " Do what you want, you're gonna get what's comin'

And I said "I'm tryin'
And she knew I was lyin'

Left at dawn with a heavy heart
Three steps forward and back to the start
This dance is getting old
The masks we wore were bought and sold

When I said "I'm tryin"
She knew I was lyin'

Thought I was bad, it's getting worse
Chasing rainbows back to the dirt
I got a devil on my shoulder and there's no where to hide
I'm fuckin' three weeks sober and I'm ready to die
Got a fever and I just can't shake it
Tried coping and I couldn't take it
Take your chips and put em' all on black
Can't find the wagon and I might not make it

The music's high, the lights are low
Back and forth, no where to go
Don't want your opinion, don't need the abuse
Just leave me here so I can sing the blues

When I said "I'm tryin'
She knew I was lyin'

Thought I was bad, it's getting worse
Chasing rainbows back to the dirt
I got a devil on my shoulder and there's no where to hide
I'm fuckin' three weeks sober and I'm ready to die
Got a fever and I just can't shake it
Tried coping and I couldn't take it
Take your chips and put em' all on black
Can't find the wagon and I might not make it

Getting over just hanging' around
I got a sweet tooth baby, and I'm back in the ground
I left a letter on my tombstone, it was written in blood
It said "I may have lost my mind, but I found what I love

Thought I was bad, it's getting worse
Chasing rainbows back to the dirt
I got a devil on my shoulder and there's no where to hide
I'm fuckin' three weeks sober and I'm ready to die
Got a fever and I just can't shake it
Tried coping and I couldn't take it
Take your chips and put em' all on black
Can't find the wagon and I might not make it back

Written by:
Anthony Mascolino

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