Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Lamb
Jeffrey Lamb
Songwriter

Lyrics

Stand on a few compliments but they're so weak
Wipe out the stain in my past I might need bleach
Back in the day do you think they knew we peaked?
Imagine life in a time before they counted all your lies and
Died with your history
Someone told me late last night, the past doesn't exist
Yeah okay sure that won't clear my mind cuz
How would I know what I missed
I don't feel when the sun comes up
The liquor doesn't help it just makes ya tough and go
Home with a broken sense of self and trust
And love and luck and which one is above but don't touch
Any time, any place, anything you choose
Hit my face hit my face with the things I used to think were rules
You could, rent a bed in my head with the words you choose
And they would, ricochet, ricochet inside of you
Who sellin' dreams and who buying the old me
A float by, sting a lie, rushing in slowly
The days turn to frames run a circle a soul-meet
Just remember how to forget that
You're never good as you would be day you finish up
Back from blacking out all the back tracks and backin' up
You feel this one a little more in one, nine, six, three
I could bet, hit me on twenty when you lost your heartbeat's beat
Any time, any place, anything you choose
Hit my face hit my face with the things I used to think were rules
You could, rent a bed in my head with the words you choose
And they would, ricochet, ricochet inside of you
Inside of you
Written by: Jeffrey Lamb
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