"Title Track" lyrics

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth
It does the length to the pages of your manuscript
I took my thumb off the concrete
And sipped upon my strength
A hammer pill is full of picket fence

It wasn't quite what it seems
A lack of pleasantries
My angel body isn't what it used to be
I must admit I was charmed
Now your advance is your advantage
Let me help plunge me into you

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
And I can taste your lipstick on the filter

I rush this
We move too fast
I rush this
We move too fast

I tried my best to keep my distance from your dressing hall
It's fun, overturns convictions every time
My member can't on the call, a wave of alcohol
We shared a cigarette, we shaved the hours off

Talkin' how the room had begun to splinter
And I could taste your lipstick on the floor
Laughing at the hallway congregation
My best judgment's on its resignation

I rushed this
We moved too fast
Dripped into
The guest room
I rushed this
We move too fast
Trips into
The guest room

I watch this
We move too fast
Trips into
The guest room
I watch this
We move too fast
Trips into
The guest room