Past Lives

Drained, fountains Counting footsteps out of sync Truth, running bow line Out a sheep shank Tied two tin cans together I hear the whistle blowing Mississippi one and two I got the comment section grammar correction blues I hear the numbers calling Mississippi three and four Reject the influence Reject the influenza I'm not all my mistakes No matter what they say about it (I can't shake it now) there's no use giving up (I can't shake it now) I know we can get well Know we can get well Faced, outlined Covered thumbprints under dust I fear some indecisions Exercise my lazy eye You'll burn the comment section grammar correction bile We count the scalp coming in dissection of the trial Reject the influence Reject the influenzas I'm not all my mistakes No matter what they say about it (I can't shake it now) there's no use giving up (Oh, I can't shake it now) I know we can get well Know we can get well What difference would it make? Outlining the rest, just to see how long it last You're afraid, yeah Bury me in the comment section I belong to this I hope that you will never have to feel the scissor ocular's command What difference would it make? I'm not all my mistakes No matter what they say about it There's no use giving up I know we can get well I know we can get well (I can't shake it now) I'm not my mistakes (No, no, I can't shake it now) no matter what they say about it I can't take it back (I can't shake it now) I know we can get well