Can't write the songs I used to Cause I'm lucid
In my state of mind I cut some ties I tried to
But there's wounds That I can't leave behind
* I wanna be high Like Cinnamon Mulholland Drive
But my enemy's on the inside It's bleeding me, bleeding me dry
** That's my baggage This shit gets hard to manage
I'm carrying a casket There's no other way My heart's so calloused
I'm broken, bruised and damaged Gave up on feeling balanced
But dammit, that's my baggage My heavy heavy baggage
*** My heavy heavy baggage My heavy heavy
I wish it wasn't all true I'm so cynical and miserable, stay away
God after all I've been through It's a miracle I can even pray
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Can't write the songs I used to
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