Death Wish Songtext
von Dams of the West
Death Wish Songtext
Must have some kind of death wish
Didn′t really start to floss until I was 31
I guess I'm going to miss this
This was my youth full of intermittent fun
Every time I think it′s over
Find the money for one more year of war
There's another issue with swimsuits
And a juice bar next to the liquor store
And it feels like the ranch in Montana I once worked on
Where I learned when you butcher a cow it's gross so
Should try to keep your gloves on, and
I don′t want to be perfect, no
I just want to fix the fixable things, oh
And it feels like the Unitarian Church I was raised in
Where they taught me that Jesus was probably short and
Not super thin, oh
He didn′t need to be perfect, no
He just tried to fix the fixable things, and
I don't need to be perfect, no
I just want to fix the fixable things, oh
I′m working on my empathy
I'm working on my self-control
I′m working on accepting the world
And trying to keep my clothes off the floor
I'm thinking about my future
About my health through the decades
I need to reassure myself that
I′m more than just my Saturdays
I can only kill myself slowly in so many ways
And it feels like the random bed I once woke up in
With no idea where I was or how my
Head had started bleeding, and
Definitely was not perfect, no
Hadn't yet tried to fix the fixable things, and
I am still not perfect, no
I just want to fix the fixable things, oh
Didn′t really start to floss until I was 31
I guess I'm going to miss this
This was my youth full of intermittent fun
Every time I think it′s over
Find the money for one more year of war
There's another issue with swimsuits
And a juice bar next to the liquor store
And it feels like the ranch in Montana I once worked on
Where I learned when you butcher a cow it's gross so
Should try to keep your gloves on, and
I don′t want to be perfect, no
I just want to fix the fixable things, oh
And it feels like the Unitarian Church I was raised in
Where they taught me that Jesus was probably short and
Not super thin, oh
He didn′t need to be perfect, no
He just tried to fix the fixable things, and
I don't need to be perfect, no
I just want to fix the fixable things, oh
I′m working on my empathy
I'm working on my self-control
I′m working on accepting the world
And trying to keep my clothes off the floor
I'm thinking about my future
About my health through the decades
I need to reassure myself that
I′m more than just my Saturdays
I can only kill myself slowly in so many ways
And it feels like the random bed I once woke up in
With no idea where I was or how my
Head had started bleeding, and
Definitely was not perfect, no
Hadn't yet tried to fix the fixable things, and
I am still not perfect, no
I just want to fix the fixable things, oh
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