Cam Baragiola – Sour

Here we are
A product of our battle scars
I’m confident enough
To say I’ve got the best ones

I’m wicked but you’re a coward
I might look sweet, but I taste sour
Rock and roll helped me out so many times
I wouldn’t be surprised if it got me through another night

Here I am
Drinking poison to choke myself with
‘Cause being sad gets me high
While the songs from the Pixies
They give me a reason to exist

‘Cause I am weird, I am white
And I’m promised to the night
And my head has no room

Here I am
If my mind could shape itself
I’d throw away every cell of regret

My heartbeat’s fast
I’m about to crack
I believe in sin
Second chances come off like dead skin