Black Licorice - Coughdrops & La-Croix

A different town, a different city
Another place that seems a bit too shitty
Not nice around but you stay all over
And wash it down with a night past sober

Thinly veiled advances
Are what she romances
The stereotypical femme fatale
An all too common type of gal

And I
Have never seen
A girl who's been
Quite up to par
With the standards
But I ain't lowering the bar

Whole night spent going out with the girl
7:30, started flirty, took the Golf for a whirl
Boring conversations
Lead to even more boring misinterpretations
The whole events all rather stale
The nights all over, it's time to bail

And I
Have never seen
A girl who's been
Quite up to par
With the standards
But I ain't lowering the bar

Settle for nothing less
Settle for nothing less
Settle for nothing less
Settle for nothing less
Oh

Amazement is smashed through and panics all that's left
It's quite doubtful they'll change before their death
With a multitude of degradations tucked up inside
When a confrontation's fucked up they'd just much rather hide

Oh
One
Two
Three
Four

And you may not know just why I've said the things that I've said
'Cuz a life of mediocrity is a life that I dread
Endless compromising satisfies none
When you compromise on principle you've truly helped none

I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick
I'm sick of this cycle of angst and depression, I'm sick of this cycle I'm sick

Hopefully by now you can see why instead
I'd rather stay at home chilling in my bed
Such things I much rather enjoy
Like sucking on coughdrops, jacking off, and drinking a La-Croix

Written by:
Conner Farrell

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