Float To The Top

Striking poses in candid throwbacks
Clout-face,  love-hungry grins
Dirty  laundry in scented trash-bags
Air it out, Let it blow in the wind
Out of scope
I  see myself in you though
When  we’re down and out we go out

[Chorus]
Wake up dried ­up in a wet bed
Two  empty fifths and a mouth of chalk
Washed up
Torn up
Disaffected
My  friends don’t swim; we float to the top

Femme fatale with a coke ­glittered glow
Wear a dress
I don’t really care
Trade your hat for a pack of Newports
Get depressed cut off all of your hair

I’ve kept myself a secret
Made it all so cryptic
I hate myself for it
Can’t forgive
Can’t forget

[Chorus]
Can’t wear those pants like I used to
Can’t yell as loud as I used to yell
I talk shit at flat on the weekends
You give blood then you give up on yourself
My friends don’t swim; we float to the top

You give blood then give up on yourself

My friends don't swim, we float to the...