This is not a voice
It’s a vehicle of starvation
My windpipe rotted through the floor
My face was wearing thin before
It’s hard to tell, since nothing ever worked right anyway
It should be pretty clear from everything you hear
That one must need not know how to sing to share a point of view
Lucky to just make it through this far alive

There’s less and less on my chest
Wouldn’t trade the world for any of this
Wash the road off my clothes
Turn in my sore throat and release me

You think it’s inside your skin forever
It’s ironic
True catharsis comes with last ditch efforts
A scribbled message on the toilet
When the strain overtakes the ambition
It’s probably time to give it away

There’s less and less on my chest
Wouldn’t trade the world for any of this
Wash the road off my clothes
Turn in my sore throat and release me

These eyes are seeing double
So maybe it’s time to pull over to the side of the road
And let it all go

There’s less and less on my chest
Wouldn’t trade the world for any of this
Wash the road off my clothes
Turn in my sore throat and release me
There’s less and less on my chest
Wouldn’t trade the world for any of this
Wash the road off my clothes
Turn in my sore throat
Release me


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

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