Press Club Trading Punches
There's no escape
Nothing's coming easy
I'm not folding neatly anymore
I'm deflated
Everything is eating at me
Everyone is turning to stone
I wouldn't give it away
I wouldn't give it cause
I know where we came from
I know where we came from
I've been hated
But everything is worse when
I'm just trading punches with myself
I'm insane
I do everything on purpose
Too late to give my reason to you now
I wouldn't give it away
I wouldn't give it cause
I know where we came from
I know where we came from
I couldn't give it away
I couldn't give it cause
I know where we came from
I know where we came from
I know where we came from
