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shelley duvall - sickly sid lyrics

[verse 1]
2017, halloween night
one of the weirdest times of my life? might
not a foggy day for my strained eye*sight
but i left with more chills than if my toes got frostbite
went to a haunted house with a friend i thought was pretty
one step above when i thought she was talking to me out of pity
she got me, arrow in the neck, from now on i’m giddy
strange feely, my past perspective on it was pretty gritty
never felt i was up to standard for someone
never saw someone and felt i was above ’em
confidence was something i had but then it left the discussion
my social sk!lls were top of the list on needing construction
who can it be knocking at my door?
this the home run ball, on the field you’re playing poor
batter up, score first and second base atleast
but don’t go crazy and want base three yet, this ain’t a feast
she a human, not a toy you trash later that rats eat
but tuck up your pants and your kleets, this a treat
[hook 1]
i’m getting webbed up, you unravel me out
but you save me for later, what do i do now?
i gotta get out, i getta get out
a selfish spider hangs in his lousy drought

[verse 2]
made for each other, except we’re kinda not
similar view on the world, we wanna rot
but not many same interests, we both pessimistic
but sh*t, atleast i’m not angry and f*cking s*d*stic
like sh*lley duvall when she escaped jack nicholson
nothing left for me, but just upsetting, unrealistic
this won’t go anywhere, no room for being optimistic
at first this could’ve worked, but it turned into sophistic
leaving your bag when it still loves you sucks
when you do it cuz you think you can do better, shucks
didn’t know if i’d get another, not sure if i wanted more
i want a best friend, i don’t really care about my score
gave it a bit, lived through a really weird winter
happy as f*ck but lonely in the inner
quickly saw that all that was just a f*cking beginner
found someone else, soon enough my brain had unpinned her
strike two, you’re up to bat again
now that your ass has an imprint on the bench for sitting then
another chance is here, gotta swing up to the bleachers
knock a fan out, if you want it, that ball’s gotta hit the speakers
[hook 2]
the last time i saw you
you were golding my hand, we were going all out
but this ain’t the same you
you got nothing going on but you still find time to pout
i’m losing this love, you’re gonna lose me
we aren’t doing anything, you’re really boring me
i got to get out
i got to be selfish and find what’s best for me
i got to be selfish and find what’s best for me

- sickly sid lyrics

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