In The Dirt

Lyrics: Lily Fitts/Griff Clawson/Chloe Coploff/Nicholas Scott Ure Music: Lily Fitts/Griff Clawson/Chloe Coploff/Nicholas Scott Ure Home state Old paint Used to shine now it don't look the same Slow pace Whit a red face It's 25 outside,don't feel a thing I take a drink And I let it burn Cause I there's part of me that likes the way it stings,the way it hurts I don't talk to God Don't think it works Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt Wasted all my lies on the four walls than I've know And I'm scared of what's to come more than I fear being alone Cause every time it's going right I'm left here on my own So paint a face,cut the brakes Til your blood stares running cold I take a drink And I let it burn Cause there's part of me that likes the way it stings the way it hurts I don't talk to God Don't think it works Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt Riding on these yellow lines Speeding up to catch a high Burning off the rubber on these tires Looking for a warning sign,that I know d**n well I won't find Tell me are we living just to die? I take a drink And I let it burn Cause there's part of me that likes the way it stings the way it hurts I don't talk to God Don't think it works Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt I don't talk to God When's it my turn? Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt In the dirt In the dirt