Sore Subject Lyrics
Bringing down the rain from up aboveAnd shine a bright light on a sore subjectThe colors they are bendingThey're bending over backwards to grant us wishes AlmostBut they don't quite reachAlmostIt's not quite what we expected It's fading too fastIt's fading too fastIt's fading too fastIt's fading too fast I suppose it should all be documented and datedThe facts aren't straight and the feelings are hellbentAlcohol's a truth serum and the truth is I fucked up The truth isIt's fading too fastThe truth isIt's fading too fast It's not quite what we expectedIt's fading too fastIt's fading too fast But we cannot blame it on the alcoholThe truth is everything I do irritates youI only need one eye to see the other one confuses me
7 Year Bitch Sore Subject
