St. Mary’s Street

[Verse]
I'm over feeling shitty all the time in this sober state
Momma read me even though I keep a poker face
Drowning in the day
Twenty-four seven malaise
Trying to flee with the haze
I just miss talking sports with my father
Holding grudges, I wonder why I even bother
Sometimes I hate it all
Sometimes I slip the punch and still catch a broken jaw
I don't get it
It is what it is
And what it is is you bitch
My fist twitching cuz I'm steady anxious again
Awaking all my demons right here
But I believe in myself
I believe in myself
I believe in myself
I believe in myself man

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