[Verse 1]
Dead stop on the curb
Eyes in back of my head
Curbside, inside or out parking the breads
I got a sore throat, I'm keeping you down
A sick desire been creeping around
[Verse 2]
Got a gallon of blood squeezing through my chest
And the closer I am to you, the thicker it gets
A knife in the back and stuck in one place
With a pat on the back and a slap on the face
[Chorus]
Keep trying to see from a better position
It's no good
And it never really makes any difference
If it could
[Verse 3]
Sick of having to start all over again
Here comes a big insider, turn myself in
Thinking of ways to explain everything
This sick desire don't lead to a thing
[Chorus]
Keep trying to see from a better position
It's no good
And it never really makes any difference
If it could
Dead stop on the curb
Eyes in back of my head
Curbside, inside or out parking the breads
I got a sore throat, I'm keeping you down
A sick desire been creeping around
[Verse 2]
Got a gallon of blood squeezing through my chest
And the closer I am to you, the thicker it gets
A knife in the back and stuck in one place
With a pat on the back and a slap on the face
[Chorus]
Keep trying to see from a better position
It's no good
And it never really makes any difference
If it could
[Verse 3]
Sick of having to start all over again
Here comes a big insider, turn myself in
Thinking of ways to explain everything
This sick desire don't lead to a thing
[Chorus]
Keep trying to see from a better position
It's no good
And it never really makes any difference
If it could
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