Letra Rowing A Dead Horse de Kind Of Like Spitting original

Chasing a lie
Tracing our scars
Moaning for help to be held
And every day we feel further away from ourselves
The concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable
My response isn't limited to reactions
And everything dies it's little deaths everyday
So with my head up my ass
And my foot on the gas
I set out to write a synonym for loss
Hands caught in the door
And my face on the floor
I'll write one for you

Thanks to Justin ([email protected]) for these lyrics