Bored Fightin'
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I wouldn't buy what I'm told to sell ya
May your love and rage compel ya
To a softer way of surviving this place
I'll lock eyes in a broken mirror
See these shadows a little clearer
Kinda flawed, often flailing, always trying
Rust my hinges and bust my chops
So I'm told, no one's born a cop
May this world end so another can begin
And beware that dull knife's cut
Every good dog is a mutt
Kinda flawed, often flailing, always trying
I'm flawed, awfully flawed
Another tapestry of bruises, burns, and scars
Every misdeed I've committed
I had a choice and I won't forget it
Kinda flawed, often flailing, always trying
Oh flawed, awfully flawed
Another tapestry of bruises, burns, and scars
And no verse that I have written
Can lift these curses that I've been spittin'
Kinda flawed, often flailing
And consistently failing
And yet
I'm always trying