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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Hough
Jake Hough
Songwriter
Sam Hough
Sam Hough
Songwriter
Will Emmerson
Will Emmerson
Songwriter
Scott Taylor
Scott Taylor
Songwriter
Joseph Smith
Joseph Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

No thanks, I won't be dealing with that shit today
Why don't you take a number and get the hell out of my way?
You should know that it's hard to break the habit
A shut-in amongst the vapid
Have faith in the misdirection
Hell stares back at my own reflection
Make way for the vivisection
And stage directions for the resurrection
Watch me go, go ghost
And float around the halls of our home
Watch me give up hope
From parasite to willing host
You should know that it's hard to break the habit
A shut-in amongst the vapid
Nice and slow again, keep myself distracted
My pound of flesh exacted
Can someone pull me out of my head?
Reach a hand out, leave a light on
Can someone drag me out of my bed?
Disassociating again
If you're still here when and if I wake up
Reach a hand out, leave a light on
I promise not to make you cry again
Disassociating again
Watch me go, go ghost
And float around the halls of our home
Watch me give up hope
From parasite to willing host
You should know that it's hard to break the habit
A shut-in amongst the vapid
Nice and slow again, keep myself distracted
My pound of flesh exacted
Where did my passion go? I think I know
The screws fell out the fastenings, should I let go?
Just sour milk left in this drought
Choking on the words that I can't get out
Written by: Jake Hough, Joseph Smith, Sam Hough, Scott Taylor, Will Emmerson
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