DAVID USHER

DAVID USHER - Souring

rate me

Daylight mornings creeping in had the blackest dream

are you souring

and i dreamt that i wiped all the blood from your eyes

woke up thinking i loved you

but i cant say why

so please leave your fucking money at the door

concede you know youll be coming back for more

we're all looking for gold here midnight and you inch along

devils in the backyard now where it all went wrong

and i drink myself sick so i wont see you crawl

guess i drained all your beauty to watch you dissolve

so please leave you fucking money at the door

concede you know youll be coming back for more

were all looking for gold here

and i hate that i need you

and i dont know why

and i hate that i need

and i dont know why

so please

leave your fucking money at the door

concede you know youll be coming back for more

were all looking for gold here

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