Pick At Your Face Testo

it's been 3 whole days since i've slept
the sidewalk twists and turns
the subs from the truck wake the neighborhood up
but the buzz warms up my bed

dreams or real life?
i can't decide what i like
the time is running either way
the flies got in the house
i hear them making the rounds and they go something like this

gotta work, gotta serve, gotta commit to the curse
a thought would only get in the way
everything's a joke but the bear has been poked
leave your pack on
we're playing dead again
it doesn't matter climb the ladder in your sunday's best
the city's got a sermon for you

but wait hold on
i'm not ready to exist in this setting
i gotta run it by my bathroom mirror
and it's telling me:

whoa
let me let me
let me pick at your face

(let me at 'em let me pick at your face)

i see the blemish and the bags and recollections at hand
you gotta
let me pick at your face
i got a bone to pick with your face
later

feeling heavy like a levee in my broke down chevy
i barely made it up the hill
there's no time for tired, let's defrost with a lighter
take the world on we're feeling alive again
it doesn't matter like the latter, everyday is the same
the time is running either way

got the keys in the ignition
we could bust through our mission
and drive away from our aches and pains

weekends last forever when you make it out that way

whoa
let me let me
let me pick at your face

(let me at 'em
let me pick at your face)

i see the blemish and the bags and recollections at hand
you gotta
let me pick at your face
i got a bone to pick with your face
so we could cover up the aches and pains

it's been three whole days