9.I'm At A Low
Lyricist：Paul John Doucette
You think I'm such a tired old savior
You think I'm such a delicate boy
Well, I'm drinking my way to a coma
I'm drinking up the moon and the stars
So fast that you better come quickly
And so quick 'cause I'm going in style
I think that I could hold this against you
How's that for a delicate child
And weigh me down so I'll sink fast
I'm aching to bruise, I'm aching to crash
I'm at a low, I'm at a low
I feel like I'm pissing on postcards
I feel like I'm bathing in whine
You only let me down when it's too hard
So come and bathe in my whine for awhile
And weigh me down so I'll sink fast
I'm aching to bruise, I'm aching to crash
I'm at a low, so come wipe my world away
I'm at a low, so come wipe my world away
All that progress is something I stop
On the border of a single shot
When all around us is a broken world
I think I might have been
Weigh me down so I'll sink fast
I'm aching to bruise, I'm aching to crash
I'm at a low, so come wipe my world away
I'm at a low, so come wipe my world away
I'm at a low, so come wipe my world away
I'm at a low, so come wipe my world away
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