Curbed Lyrics
It grips your fingers tight
And kills your closest friends
Squeezing all the life
That was already slipping away
I've got no sympathy for the guilt
Or the poison that probably killed you
After all the good done
You probably know what's best for me too
Holding your head high
As though nothing's wrong
Teeth imbedded in my soul
Or the heel of my boot
Wear a mouthpiece sucker
A mouthpiece sucker
The thrill is gone
Your blood is spilled
Your life is gone
You grip my fingers tight
You found your only friend
Clinging onto life
That has already left you
So now it's dark and sober
Where will you fade tonight?
In the street
Or in your car
Another hopeless lost cause
Holding your head high
As though nothing's wrong
Teeth imbedded in my soul
Or the heel of my boot
Wear a mouthpiece sucker
A mouthpiece sucker
The thrill is gone
Your blood is spilled
Your life is gone
The teeth you've planted
In the ones
The ones that you love
Are imbedded in my soul
Or the heel of my boot
Wear a mouthpiece sucker
Wear a mouthpiece sucker
Wear a mouthpiece sucker
Wear a mouthpiece sucker
There's nothing wrong
There's nothing wrong
There's nothing wrong
There's nothing wrong