The Sour

no more running. no more hiding. only standing and only siding; with myself and no one who can't handle what i'm made of. love it or hate me, you can't mistake me, and THAT doesn't make me wrong. no more impressing, no more up dressing, no more back breaking stretching for stressing. no more back biters. no more close liars. no more mirror time i could use building fires. fuck what doesnt make me happy. and always choose being happy over fucking.

i'm only as crazy as you all make me, but that doesn't make me wrong,
love it or hate me, you can't mistake me, and THAT doesn't make me wrong.


i could never live life easy
i could never just slow down
and as long as i keep moving i'm falling
but it feels so good to get up off the ground
and if i'm the same when i'm older
i won't be just a face in the crowd

i'm only as crazy as you all make me
and that doesn't make me wrong
love it or hate me, you can't mistake me
and that doesn't make me wrong

i could never live like its over
when running in circles is allowed
cause it takes so much to keep me from falling
but i'd rather be a risk than on the ground
and if i'm the same when i'm older
i won't be just a face in the crowd

the sweet, isn't the sweet, without the sour



so lucky so strong so proud