Kind Of Like Spitting - Rowing a Dead Horse lyrics

chasing a lie

tracing our scars

moaning for help to be held

and every day we feel further away from ourselves

the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable

my response isn't limited to reactions

and everything dies its little deaths everyday

so with my head up my ass

and my foot on the gas

i set out to write a synonym for loss

hands caught in the door

and my face on the floor

i'll write one for you

<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Justin (xcore optonline)</b> for these lyrics</font>