The Sore Lyrics

Grew a couple inches since those poor decisions

Rushing into an early youth

Making new discoveries

Yet nothing to discover me

15 turning 32

I think he just wants to lie

Over yonder 'til this passes by

And even if they asked him why

He'd say that it was all because of I

I'm the ashes that you drunk to soothe the pain

I'm the sore you made

Ears itch from what comes out of my own mouth

Hearing falsehoods, spoke out loud

Don't mistake me for the key to get you out

I swear I'm nothing to make you proud

I think he just wants to lie

Over yonder 'til this passes by

And even if they asked him why

He'd say that it was all because of I

I'm the ashes that you drunk to soothe the pain

The cold wind on your neck in the rain

The smile that you're so happy to fake

I'm the sore you made

I'm the sore you made

I'm the sore you made

I'm the sore you made