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Trash Talk – Monochrome / F.F.S. lyrics
Let's chalk it up to a simple communication breakdown
In one ear and out the other
Talk and talk why do I bother?
I don't wanna have to fight
But words don't leave a sense of change
Unless the conversation's getting physical
I hardly think you hear a thing
Tired of screaming at the walls
But I refuse to concede
Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed
Fighting fucking sleep seven nights of the week
Somethings gotta give
I don't have shit to say, let's call it a loss for words
Flashing lights, frenzied nights
All of us has been a blur
I don't want to have to leave, but if I stay you'll never change
Unless the conversation's getting physical
I hardly think you hear a thing
Tired of screaming at the walls
But I refuse to concede
Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed
Fighting fucking sleep seven nights of the week
Somethings gotta give
In a perfect world I wouldn't have to write these words
And happy ever after could be a thing
But this is real not everything will glisten
Everyone you know will die
But every word can be rewritten
In one ear and out the other
Talk and talk why do I bother?
I don't wanna have to fight
But words don't leave a sense of change
Unless the conversation's getting physical
I hardly think you hear a thing
Tired of screaming at the walls
But I refuse to concede
Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed
Fighting fucking sleep seven nights of the week
Somethings gotta give
I don't have shit to say, let's call it a loss for words
Flashing lights, frenzied nights
All of us has been a blur
I don't want to have to leave, but if I stay you'll never change
Unless the conversation's getting physical
I hardly think you hear a thing
Tired of screaming at the walls
But I refuse to concede
Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed
Fighting fucking sleep seven nights of the week
Somethings gotta give
In a perfect world I wouldn't have to write these words
And happy ever after could be a thing
But this is real not everything will glisten
Everyone you know will die
But every word can be rewritten
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