Wear dirty shirt
Cheap cymbals
Broken belt still works
My cluttered room
Muddy shoes
Living off of plants
Here it comes, the circle
Swallow me
Excuse myself every time I breathe
Enter lungs and cut my sleeves
My, my tired hands
Work all day
Blame my old man
Sun in my hair
Kisses don't
Come very often
Here it comes, the circle
Swallow me
Excuse myself every time I breathe
Enter lungs and cut my sleeves