Pela - Song Writes Itself lyrics

Choke on a crooked breath in a dope nose delirium you got a fragile face in a public place we walk through the night to get it right to have a confession got a pen in my hand got a girl in my head got crumbling teeth i got dirty sheets i walk through the night with a thorn in my side and with no connection the days just roll by and the songs write themselves like little bombs they just blow up friendly fire that shoots itself this is the house that you? re from and that is how far you? ve come i know why you left i think it? s best you get far away and set it to flames the days just roll by and the songs write themselves like little bombs they just blow up friendly fire that shoots itself