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This Kid by Levi Robinheart [lyrics]

‘nd someday I’ll fall asleep, ‘nd I’ll wake up flyin’ ‘nd maybe you will get to see what I look like these days, I don’t get too far on prayin’ on a shootin’ star that I might be ‘nd maybe I won’t dream when I fall asleep, ‘nd I won’t think of the kid I oughta be layin’ on the floor you get closer to the end it’s sure ‘nd I don’t forget how I made you feel wrong, how I gave you all that grief, and how I made you leave take my blood ‘nd take my brains, you know what to do, I just need a little bit o’ space you said “it’s alright”, is it though? ‘cause the heart don’t lie ‘nd mine gets a little bit cold

I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore

You’ve got a silver necklace ‘nd I wanna know, do you see me or do you see the hair on my bones? How do I show ‘nd make up for the kid in the club who didn’t know they was better off alone Each day I eat my weight in self-hate, ‘nd each night I curse myself to sleep ‘Nd if we ever meet, I hope you see that I wanna die with my heart empty

I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore

I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore I don’t wanna be this kid anymore

No, no more

Faceplant Child by Levi Robinheart [lyrics]

It’s over I know God won’t forgive me I don’t want to apologize even though I do I gave I gave and then I gave it up It’s not worth the looks ‘n the dirty grins I’m first And you said “don’t forget who you are, boy” but I’m not gonna save you I don’t even know how it feels I don’t even know how I feel

[PRE-CHORUS: Don’t. say. that you’re proud of me I ain’t about to  come. back. cause this house is already burnin’ drop. that. gun. I am not your broken bone I just don’t want to be there when you pull the trigger

Not. One. more time, even your heaven knows it I’m. done. and you can’t wrap your arms around the Black. Sun. Dear Krypton has left my heart and nothing could be further for now ]

I’m grievin’ hunched along the table I’m sick from the touch of your big hands I’m not your friend I’m cruel there’s no way of givin it to you I know you loved the U.S.A. better than me “Oh, you got some nerve” I know and I’ll take it with me It’s my fault just say it, it’s my fault and I’ve got no love Well I got no, I got no love and I

I half wished I would crash my car on the way back, it woulda just pushed it farther, the pain and the stress in a long dress but you wouldn’t give it a rest on the cryptid in my chest And I been thinkin’ ‘bout the way that you compliment I don’t consent, you never said what you meant but that’s fine ‘cause I’m out the line with the blood on my knuckles goin’ down the pipeline

(It’s been uplifting, to say the least, that our sources have become final We regret to inform you that there is no waking hour, we are alone here I don’t know what I would do if I was dead)

Oh, but [PRE-CHORUS]

Oh, here I am, I’m a Faceplant Child! I’m Grendel crawlin’ for the ghosts in the wild I’m the Adam’s apple who’s fallen from the line of Cain and I’m dermurin’ Burnham and I’m murderin’ time with your signet on the left and the door on the right and I’ll kick up who I am when I’m runnin’ as fast as I can

(You said “don’t forget who you are” You said “don’t forget who you are”) But I’m not who you are (You said “don’t forget who you are”) But I’m not who, I’m not who you are (You said “don’t forget who you are”) I’m not who you are I’m not who you are

(I half wished I would crash my car on the way back, it woulda just pushed it farther, the pain and the stress in a long dress but you wouldn’t give it a rest on the cryptid in my chest And I been thinkin’ ‘bout the way that you compliment I don’t consent, you never said what you meant but that’s fine ‘cause I’m out the line with the blood on my knuckles goin’ down the pipeline I half wished I would crash my car on the way back, it woulda just pushed it farther, the pain and the stress in a long dress but you wouldn’t give it a rest on the cryptid in my chest And I been thinkin’ ‘bout the way that you compliment I don’t consent, you never said what you meant but that’s fine ‘cause I’m out the line with the blood on my knuckles goin’ down the pipeline)