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letra de for tiffany or stay back - gripp

[verse 1: gripp]
just as my album dropped—as knowledge k!lls beauty, that is—
i found a job, moved out west to take it
i hated it, but there i found you propped, safe but with no escape
the last flower growing up out of chern0byl’s wake
never the silent type, not bulletproof
but you knew how to move through a firefight with a lion’s might
you had combed out the drug abuse and all you had left
was your entire life
you and i were tight, though barely twenty-one
two poetry nerds at the heads of our cl-sses
against the coming sun, lost in a violent night
we knew what we were running from, but never knew which way to travel
trying to find a life, a slightly different one
never been in love and never knew if our demons
were gone for good and so we didn’t rush, just holding the line
shouting to the oblivion:

[hook: gripp]
stay back! stay back!
(stay back!)
stay back, mother-f-ckers! stay back!
(stay back!)

stay back! stay back!
(stay back!)
stay back, mother-f-ckers! stay back!
(stay back!)

stay back!

[verse 2: gripp]
we traded stories of our personal wars
all so depraved and gory, both of us laden, sorry
back in the day it was all we could do to say we’d never give up
and this volley was all we had that was better than drugs
such a cold hobby. we picked shivering, exposed
over being alone probably ingesting something to make
our perception appear more slow, choppy
this is how we practiced being n0bodies
i’m selfish. didn’t bother your wake
and now i have the nerve to speculate on what i could have done
to help it. i know you’re not listening in from
some other realm i just really needed someone to tell this to
i wonder if we’re dancing in rhythm
if anything is more than chance, just a glancing collision
i wonder if your monsters even heard me
if i made even a gram of a difference yelling:

[hook: gripp]

[verse 3: gripp]
it’s no lesson lost. i know that my departure
was no wrecking ball. i know that after i left
you were just as tall, just as able to stand
just as brave as before i landed there, tangled in strands
but you were a face that i loved, face that i left
so now i’m chasing angels, more deranged and depressed
trying to learn from my mistakes so i don’t make them again
but i confess that
i’m so afraid of death. i spend every day waiting for it
with baited breath and limp away from it angrily
with a gaited step. he hasn’t made it yet
but i know the reaper is coming and waiting for me to repay the debt
i stay detached, drinking tequila from a table gl-ss
reading sagan in paperback, hiding behind a vader mask
the specter’s approaching and all i can do
to stave his -ss is say fast:

[hook: gripp]

- gripp

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