Amazon Crimes - Ruts

Finding pretty pebbles on the beach
Feeling something new
Even though I hate sand on my feet
I am here with you
I am counting cards received by mail
What else can I do
I am a dog stuck chasing my tail
Sick of feeling used
Carelessly I say just how I feel
You could do it too
Let me know if it's too fuckin' real
Don't wanna be rude
And you know what
I'm always stuck in ruts
I'm always climbing out
And you know what
I don't give a fuck
What do you say now
And you know what
I'm always stuck in ruts
I'm always climbing out
And you know what
I don't give a fuck
What do you say now
And you know what
I'm always stuck in ruts
I'm always climbing out
And you know what
I don't give a fuck
So, what do you say now
Every now and then I think I fail
Then I learn the truth
Sometimes you're the snake
Sometimes the snail
But, you're always you

Written by:
Noah Erickson

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