South Drive - WSTR

Pulled the wool from off my eyes

I’ll pack my bags leave for South Drive

It reflects in my head and in aches

Still I give and you take everything I have

Call my bluff hold fire

Judgement clouded by desire

I swear it’s nothing more

I swear it’s nothing more

Now my leverage is slack it’s getting too loose to fit

And that red dot on your back tells me you’re used to this

So I’ll cut the cord

Shut you out

Spit your taste out of my mouth

My head feels so fucked up today

I guess I’ll have to find a way to

Leave you here and pack up for South Drive

Back off I’ve done my stint I’ve served my time

Stitched my mouth

Covered your lies

Someday I’ll cut you down to size

So I’ll cut the cord

Shut you out

I’m sick of all the shit you spout

My head feels so fucked up today

I guess I’ll have to find a way to

Leave you here and pack up for South Drive

Before I get sore eyes will you please rest them for me

So worn out from the doubt of your false sincerity

Cause the clock’s on the click I’ll throw in the towel and quit

I guess well cross that bridge

I guess well cross that bridge

I’ve been thinking about leaving

This time next year I won’t be here

So I’ll cut the cord

Shut you out

Spit your taste out of my mouth

My head feels so fucked up today

I guess I’ll have to find a way to

Leave you here and pack up for South Drive