skinback Lyrics

And I'm looking for your soul

Yeah

Everything seems so

Near

And everything is so simple

Yeah

Nobody talking

Whole room darkened (down)

Life spent spit hawking

To the top plans chalking

Now I'm stuck

Second guess the gold inside my gut

Red Blue patterns on the rug

But the rents hot to the touch, fuck

Unchurned anxiety

In Front is where you'll find me

I'm spitting on sobriety

Scuttle for a smoke filled lung

To hang my head from my Body

Live between my arms and legs

These years laugh me in the face immortal mockery

See the tree rings as my monopoly

And I'm looking for your soul

Yeah

Tryna get the whole notion

Clear

Call your father up

Life is hard to love

Way too far to grasp

All them photographs

Graphs

Yeah