Foxblood - Brittle Bones lyrics

Sick selfish hearts, it's my mess, but I digress again I've seen the rope thrown to catch you tangle to a noose around your neck I've seen the floodgates you build against the bad things come apart brick by brick I've seen the gold things fade to a slightly darker shade I've seen the lonely graves on the darkest days, when we had nothing to say Here's to another year a wretch Here's to another year a wreck Here's to the hell we go through Here's to a royal f**ing mess I guess we're truly blessed I sort of recall a time that I thanked God I was alive And he looked me dead in the eye and he told me I'd be dead by twenty five Sick and tired of being restless, restless and tired of being sick Haven't got a head or heart to call home, and I'm tired of wandering Found myself in a very dark place, bitterness washed down with another drink Been away for a while now and I'm tired of wandering So rest a**ured my friend, you'll wind up dying or wind up dead Isn't it funny how all the good things segue into deadweight, with every step you take? And the clock ticks, subtle and silent, to the rhythm of your mistakes And the problems we create, and the clock ticks, again and again And we lay in the mess we've made Sick selfish hearts, this is my mess, but I digress "It's getting old now, just sticks and stones now, brittle bones." So it goes, so you think I'll have you know I love the taste of my own medicine, because you make me f**ing sick