On the outside it tastes so good.
More than the insides thought it should.
My chance for fleeing is drowned out in rain.
My tracks will follow my pain if I leave.
On the outside it tastes like blood.
Although the insides knew it would.
Chance for fleeing, out in the rain.
My tracks will follow my pain if I leave.
WHether you like it or not.
It’s not about what you’ve got.
I gave you reasons, then you put me on the spot.
Pour another shot!
On the outside it tastes like blood.
In the meantime maybe it should.
Your glance is obscene when drowned out in rain.
My past will follow my pain, when can I leave?
Ask me a question.
Responses feed me dread.
Pull down you’re answer whether it’s good or bad.
That’s why whether you like it or not.
It’s not about what you’ve got.
And I gave you reasons then you put me on the spot.
Pour another shot!
Follow…My...Pain
Follow…My...Pain