Chaz Cardigan - Throwing Punches lyrics
[Chaz Cardigan - Throwing Punches lyrics]
Tell me what you think i deserve to hear
I’ll tell you the truth:
I don’t want you here come bust my lip
I’ve been so over this
Put me in a coma til we’re okay
Trying to hold my breath
Doesn’t change a thing shoot me for fun
I’ll even hold your gun
No movement nailed to our shoe prints
We know everything
But we don’t know what we’re doing
Pocket full of excuses no questioning
Whatever the problem is we got a solution
And we go round throwing out punches
Trying to find a middle ground
Who’s wrong, right, who’s keeping score
We don’t really want to figure out
Where to go from here
We’re just locked in the minute
Everything seems clear looking in
The right prism
I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna die
Every fucking day’s like a year or 5
Smash all my screens
Numb off the drugs I don’t need
No movement nailed to our shoe prints
We know everything
But we don’t know what we’re doing
Pocket full of excuses no questioning
Whatever the problem is we got a solution
And we go round throwing out punches
Trying to find a middle ground
Who’s wrong, right, who’s keeping score
We don’t really want to figure out
Where to go from here
We’re just locked in the minute
Everything seems clear looking in
The right prism
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Why’s it so hard to tell
You that I don’t know
Why’s it so hard to disagree and not let go
And we go round throwing out punches
Trying to find a middle ground
Who’s wrong, right, who’s keeping score
We don’t really want to figure out
Where to go from here
We’re just locked in the minute
Everything seems clear looking in
The right prism
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Everything seems clear looking in
The right prism
I’ll tell you the truth:
I don’t want you here come bust my lip
I’ve been so over this
Put me in a coma til we’re okay
Trying to hold my breath
Doesn’t change a thing shoot me for fun
I’ll even hold your gun
No movement nailed to our shoe prints
We know everything
But we don’t know what we’re doing
Pocket full of excuses no questioning
Whatever the problem is we got a solution
And we go round throwing out punches
Trying to find a middle ground
Who’s wrong, right, who’s keeping score
We don’t really want to figure out
Where to go from here
We’re just locked in the minute
Everything seems clear looking in
The right prism
I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna die
Every fucking day’s like a year or 5
Smash all my screens
Numb off the drugs I don’t need
No movement nailed to our shoe prints
We know everything
But we don’t know what we’re doing
Pocket full of excuses no questioning
Whatever the problem is we got a solution
And we go round throwing out punches
Trying to find a middle ground
Who’s wrong, right, who’s keeping score
We don’t really want to figure out
Where to go from here
We’re just locked in the minute
Everything seems clear looking in
The right prism
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Why’s it so hard to tell
You that I don’t know
Why’s it so hard to disagree and not let go
And we go round throwing out punches
Trying to find a middle ground
Who’s wrong, right, who’s keeping score
We don’t really want to figure out
Where to go from here
We’re just locked in the minute
Everything seems clear looking in
The right prism
Woah, woah woah, woah
Woah, woah woah, woah
Everything seems clear looking in
The right prism