Prize Fighter - Kid Brother Collective
Put on my ugly face
From now on
We'll see what chances I take
I trade my paperclips by day
The ice chips on your back don't melt away
Still the same
But who's to know
Finding reasons why I can't let go
Beneath these dirty hands I lay
But this heavy load it burns
So be careful what you wish for
Just be careful what you wish for
It just might slip away
If there's nothing left for me to say
Put on my pokerface
And maybe I won't see
The ways you've changed
I trade my dishpan hands
For the freedom of myself
Still the same
I need to know
If falling into you can help me let go
Cover up my paper cuts
And hopefully I've given up on you
In this calm I find
This sympathy's run dry
Edging to your doorstep
Is farthest from my mind