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• Artiste: Grieves
• Titre: Against the Bottom
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Down with your back against the bottom/ There's something about these days that got you caught up/ Toss another empty bottle into the bay/ What did you say? What did you do? When life came crashing down on you/ I should've seen it when you broke down/ Stop and listen, and stop acting like you don't have a position/ Cause I could see it from the jump when I kissed you/ And feel it through the walls that you constantly put your fist through/ You're pissed, but you aint got to fight like this/ Life isn't worth a dime with a knife sliced wrist/ Spent a whole bunch of time trying to write your list/ Of the last things alive that make you bite your lip/ Yeah, little girl, little love/ Little hold my head to the ground in the mud/ Little I'm not coming back up until the whole sky falls down on me and breaks my trust/ Now run, and think about it all, think about the last chance given and the first round fall/ And if that can't get you back to where you start just call/ And meet me in the place where we always are/ Down with your back against the bottom/ There's something about these days that got you caught up/ Toss another empty bottle into the bay/ What did you say? What did you do? When life came crashing down on you/ I shoulda seen it when I came back, yep, I shoulda/ Cause you don't see the things that I really wish that you would have/ And you don't make the effort I really thought that you could have/ To unlock the cage where you put us, and take another stab at it/ Fly fishing for the catch, with my heart tied onto the only line that you cast/ And if I don't sink this raft right now I'm gonna float down the river until my last breath's gasp/ Yeah, little lock, little key/ Little drop my boxes of thoughts into the sea/ Little I'm not coming back out until the whole world stops in its tracks and admits its defeat for good/ Back to the shackles, back to the comfort of the things that attack you and make you cold/ I'm over trying to make this home, so just go/ And leave me in the place that we'll always know Down with your back against the bottom/ There's something about these days that got you caught up/ Toss another empty bottle into the bay/ What did you say? What did you do? When life came crashing down on you/