Letras
My value has deepened
With all this free time
And trimmed at the sides
I beat my head into the desk
And start over
With triumph and conviction
And all these new traits
I guess I've fallen through
I'm a slob
A secret slob at heart
I've got a lot of it
Hidden in plain view
The treasure pains hold on true
Loud yelling in the car
Calling as you see it
And you, moving east
Towards a new end
Hiding in the coup
Tall in plain view
The scars sowed on new
And soon you'll know that
I'm a dog
A modern dog at fault
I've lost all of it
Pulled apart to start
The treasure pains are no longer new
And soon I'm a dog
A modern dog at fault
I've lost all of it
Pulled apart to start
The treasure pains are no longer new
You'll never be the art I'll see
You'll never be the terms we breed
You'll never be the art I'll see
You'll never be the terms we breed