Knuckle Puck - True Contrite lyrics
[Knuckle Puck - True Contrite lyrics]
You learn a lot about honesty
From the dried out
Leaves of the fallen trees in your life
Forgiving pathetic excuses for long
Term abuse is
Something I could never justify with God
You live in a lonely state
Of denial and self-decay
A living reminder of buried weight you
Never shed in the first place
Disguise your memory with pictures
On the walls
(Am I good enough? Am I good enough?)
Replace my every flaw
The ones you never even saw
(As if you tried to, you never tried to)
We dream in color, but see in black and white
Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies
Someday your true contrite will find you
Your world is what you've made it
Is this all you bartered for?
Your world is what you've made it
Is this all you bartered for?
You live in a lonely state
Of denial and self-decay
A living reminder of buried weight you
Never shed in the first place
Disguise your memory with pictures
On the walls
(Am I good enough? Am I good enough?)
Replace my every flaw
The ones you never even saw
(As if you tried to, you never tried to)
We dream in color, but see in black and white
Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies
Someday your true contrite will find you
From the dried out
Leaves of the fallen trees in your life
Forgiving pathetic excuses for long
Term abuse is
Something I could never justify with God
You live in a lonely state
Of denial and self-decay
A living reminder of buried weight you
Never shed in the first place
Disguise your memory with pictures
On the walls
(Am I good enough? Am I good enough?)
Replace my every flaw
The ones you never even saw
(As if you tried to, you never tried to)
We dream in color, but see in black and white
Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies
Someday your true contrite will find you
Your world is what you've made it
Is this all you bartered for?
Your world is what you've made it
Is this all you bartered for?
You live in a lonely state
Of denial and self-decay
A living reminder of buried weight you
Never shed in the first place
Disguise your memory with pictures
On the walls
(Am I good enough? Am I good enough?)
Replace my every flaw
The ones you never even saw
(As if you tried to, you never tried to)
We dream in color, but see in black and white
Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies
Someday your true contrite will find you