Downer Curbed Lyrics

Curbed Lyrics

It grips your fingers tight

and kills your closest friends

squeezing
all the life

that was already slipping away.

I've got no sympathy
for the guilt

or the poison that probably killed you 

after all the
good done

you probably know what's best for me too.



Holding
your head high

as though nothing's wrong

teeth imbedded in my
soul

or the heel of my boot

wear a mouthpiece sucker 

a
mouthpiece sucker 

the thrill is gone

your blood is spilled

your life is gone.



You grip my fingers tight

you found
your only friend

clinging onto life

that has already left you.

So now it's dark and sober,

where will you fade tonight? 

In the
street

or in your car

another hopeless lost cause. 



Holding your head high

as though nothing's wrong

teeth imbedded
in my soul

or the heel of my boot

wear a mouthpiece sucker 

a
mouthpiece sucker 

the thrill is gone

your blood is spilled

your life is gone.



The teeth you've planted

in the
ones

the ones that you love

are imbedded in my soul,

or the
heel of my boot.

Wear a mouthpiece sucker

Wear a mouthpiece
sucker

Wear a mouthpiece sucker

Wear a mouthpiece sucker



There's nothing wrong. 

There's nothing wrong.

There's nothing
wrong. 

There's nothing wrong.