This song's called "knuckles"
I wrote this about a year ago
And I know we all just went through a lot
And we're still going through stuff
And being human is already kinda tough and confusing
And then all this stuff that's being happening in the the world
Just makes it even harder
But, I mean, we're all here
And that's, I guess, the most important thing
And I think it's important to try to share what you go through
I still have a hard time with the like writing songs sometimes
You know, like scared to put that stuff out there
But I just feel like it's still important to remind each other
You know, to some degree we can understand each other
'Cause this world is still focused on how we are different, you know
So I think that's a great part about the music
Anyway, I'm gonna play this song now
Thank you guys again
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I've been growing fond of cutting up my hands again
But this time it's not from writing songs, it's throwing fists
Not even therapy can fix the damage dealt
My god, my god, my god
I've spent so much time alone that l can barely tell
That my bloody knuckles were the only pain I felt
Not even therapy can make me love myself
My god, my god, my god, yeah
But you're doing just fine without me, aren't you?
I've been living two straight years of suffering right through
Not even Jesus Christ could save me from you
My god, my god, my god, yeah
I was lonelier when l was with you
I've been going hard to make something good out of myself
I'm chasing sanity while they're out here chasing clout
Even on the movie screen l'm still judging myself
You ain't God, you ain't God, you ain't God, yeah
But you're doing just fine without me, aren't you?
I've been living two straight years of sacrifice too
Not even Jesus Christ could save me from you
You ain't God, you ain't God, you ain't God, yeah
My God, my God, my God
I was lonelier when l was with you
When l was with you
When l was with you, woah
My god, my god, my god, yeah
You ain't God, you ain't God, you ain't God
I was lonelier when l was with you
But you're doing just fine without me, aren't you?
I've been living two straight years of suffering right through
Not even Jesus Christ could save me from you
You ain't God, you ain't God, you ain't God
My god, my god, my god, yeah
I was lonelier when l was with you
Thank you, San Diego