Mixtape

This country music’s always got me reflective

Identifying all aspects I’ve neglected

I let slip all the bits when I elected

You to be the thing that kept me protected

But when you leave the day to me

I’m bored and my brain is hectic

You can’t keep me safe from myself

And in my own cold embrace I’m nested

I’ve always detested the skin

But it’s also what lies within that I’ve detected 

As an enemy to the state

And I’m in a fucking state

So I’m the enemy

That’s why when you come home late

You’re rejected and no friend to me

I’ve spent all day pummelling the closest subject

And we’ve become so close

You’re a subset

Maybe I’m hardcore now, or something to scream

Some style of pure agony

Something you’d never listen to

And would skip in the mixtape

Or maybe the music that made us

Are just old songs we overplayed and now hate.



By Lyric Deep.

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