Tear Wrencher - makeshift scoundrel
Channel: makeshift scoundrel
Date: 2019-05-19

Snuffgod & Godless 
Track 8
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lyrics:
I think that I look pretty when I squint.
Fuck your smile if it means that I’ll be okay.
She says that I look pretty when I cry.
I shrug, with chewed lips say, "it’s worth the pain."
Patriots waving banners starve and pray. 
Boys punching walls deafened by next Monday’s.
Kicking tennis balls at walls in rain.
Undercuts and trackies look the same.
And I found friendship in clicking icons,
And uncensored violence now I’m trapped. 
Barely protect my neck and watch my back.
Too busy staring at muscles I lack
They scowl convince them self misanthropy. 
He overdose placebos and won’t eat.
He hates the Tories don’t know what it means.

Let’s play our tear wrenchers in the car,  
Give up learning guitar, 
While we're clinging to the doubt we’ll pretend it’s home.
Swearing at alarms, 
Fight tears, 
She hides her arm, 
My pacemakers the beat I set to metronome.
Snaggle tooth he’s got no heart,
Too ugly for a start,
He always seems much safer in his fantasies,
Mum said, "Get off your arse." 
He couldn’t cry, so laughed,
The only place he sits now’s on the mantel piece.

I screamed the bits I knew as pop songs blared. 
You look so cool pretending not to care. 
Hood up indoors get no smile from me. 
All they seem to ever do is disagree. 
His mum smiled said "what’s sun without rain" 
Teenage boys told they don’t have a brain 
Let’s smile a tad, pump 20 in arcades,
Pulled my leg. She loves me for my stains. 
And I found solace in broken promise and kissing tomboys for a kick,
I said once her sleeves are filled with tricks,
She forced a giggle and I tripped.
And it’s worksheets and half jokes. 
He said "Sir, please don’t send a letter home."
And the business men look down from up their throne, 

Let’s play our tear wrenchers in the car,  
Give up learning guitar, 
While we're clinging to the doubt we’ll pretend it’s home.
Swearing at alarms, 
Fight tears, 
She hides her arm, 
My pacemakers the beat I set to metronome.
Snaggle tooth he’s got no heart,
Too ugly for a start,
He always seems much safer in his fantasies,
Mum said, "Get off your arse." 
He couldn’t cry, so laughed,
The only place he sits now’s on the mantel piece.
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