Bottom Lip
You wear a lie until it fits
Wrap yourself up inside of it
Liquid life becomes a solid
You're trapped between your greatest hits.
Flailing limbs are nothing new
Time grinds by outside of you
Wounded words wedge in the crawlspace
And there's no way of getting through
Shoot from the hip
Knock yourself out
If things are worth changing we're in with a shout
Swallow your words
Scramble the truth
In the mouth of the future a filling is loose
And every bed's unmade
And every light will fade
So beside yourself
With ways to linger on and on and on and on
Shoot from the hip
Knock yourself out
If things are worth changing we're in with a shout
Swallow your words
Scramble the truth
In the mouth of the future a filling is loose
And every bed's unmade
And every light will fade