Downer - Curbed lyrics

rate me

It grips your fingers tight

and kills your closest friends

squeezing all the life

that was already slipping away.

I've got no sympathy for the guilt

or the poison that probably killed you

after all the good done

you probably know what's best for me too.

Holding your head high

as though nothing's wrong

teeth imbedded in my soul

or the heel of my boot

wear a mouthpiece sucker

a mouthpiece sucker

the thrill is gone

your blood is spilled

your life is gone.

You grip my fingers tight

you found your only friend

clinging onto life

that has already left you.

So now it's dark and sober,

where will you fade tonight?

In the street

or in your car

another hopeless lost cause.

Holding your head high

as though nothing's wrong

teeth imbedded in my soul

or the heel of my boot

wear a mouthpiece sucker

a mouthpiece sucker

the thrill is gone

your blood is spilled

your life is gone.

The teeth you've planted

in the ones

the ones that you love

are imbedded in my soul,

or the heel of my boot.

Wear a mouthpiece sucker

Wear a mouthpiece sucker

Wear a mouthpiece sucker

Wear a mouthpiece sucker

There's nothing wrong.

There's nothing wrong.

There's nothing wrong.

There's nothing wrong.