Staring down the bottom of another pint
Twelve rounds down, such and ugly fight
Up against the ropes, lost all notion of hope
Some call it normal, some call it insane
Some call on the doctor to numb the pain,
The animals are stirring, pretend that theyre tame.
Here comes that familiar feeling again
I wear it on my sleeve such a visible stain.
Holding onto air I wont feed the flame
Here comes that familiar feeling again.
I couldn't tell it wasn't a test
You loaded that gun and aimed it straight at my chest
The airs getting thin, screaming out from within
These broken thoughts, stir endlessly
I recognise the pity staring right back at me
Like you drifted in, you now leave with the breeze
Trying every treatment can't shake this disease
Here comes that familiar feeling again
Wear it on my sleeve, such a visable stain
Holding onto air I wont feed the flame
Standing in my childhood neighbourhood lane
Thinking of you, it wont be the same
Here comes that familiar feeling again
