The Strip - RIGHT THROUGH ME

Found a hole in a picket fence
Tried crawling my way through
Stepped non the freshly painted grass
Coming home to you
Spent my time til it ran out
In search of a pot of gold
Thought my hands held the map, but
All along the farm was sold

I tried to find a way to make it so you can see
Your words, like knives
They dig a hole and they cut right through me
Like a bottle of whiskey
Til I can't stand

In the end you said your peace
As I drown in a sea of doubt
Bruised egos broken hearts
Round for round, we swung our mouths
All the hindsight in the world couldn't
Couldn't help my fix this would
As I lay here bleeding out
Pushing myself into this tomb

I tried to find a way to make it so you can see
Your words, like knives
They dig a hole and they cut right through me
Like a bottle of whiskey
Til I can't stand
Like a bottle of whiskey
Til I can't stand

Awake
Unscathed
Black birds like a ceiling fan
whirl over my awaiting body
The suns hollow fingers caress my skin
Is it time
Did I really sleep through it all
Tell me one more time about the thirst for love
And the lust for being alive
Go ahead, I'm dying to hear it

Like a bottle of whiskey
Til I can't stand
Like a bottle of whiskey
Til I can't stand

Written by:
ANTHONY MASCOLINO, CHAD GANNON

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