S.O.L. Lyrics

Shit out of luck with a great big smile

Trying to keep appearances up

Hit and a run in a fast paced motion

Need to keep my feet on the ground

But there's something in my stomach that troubles me

Consider myself lucky if I died catching Z's

Well there's a whole other world

Heavenly world awaits me

Useful as a dividend, when I dream I see my vivid end

Behind my eyes, it's course as sand

Pretty sure my father had a playing hand

The night time sky just covers us

The illusion of a perfect touch

Keeps us in line again, I guess

OD, Oh D, six foot undress

Blurry faces, perfect escapist

I love the neglect, it's all that I get

Weighted chest wasn't there before

I thought you weren't sticking around anymore

I thought you really told me to leave at the door

Never would have thought it was me who was floored

But I promise you I'll even the score