Sore Subject 7 Year Bitch

Bringing down the rain from up above
And shine a bright light on a sore subject
The colors they are bending
They're bending over backwards to grant us wishes
Almost
But they don't quite reach
Almost
It's not quite what we expected

It's fading too fast
It's fading too fast
It's fading too fast
It's fading too fast

I suppose it should all be documented and dated
The facts aren't straight and the feelings are hellbent
Alcohol's a truth serum and the truth is I fucked up

The truth is
It's fading too fast
The truth is
It's fading too fast

It's not quite what we expected
It's fading too fast
It's fading too fast