Sex

Song: Sex

Album: Breathing Without A Pulse

Artist: The Blend

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released December 6, 2011

ref: http://theblendmusic.bandcamp.com/track/sex

Was it all good to the point you were mistaken

Or was it so fucked up you didn’t care to fake it

Still tryin’ to balance empty with not vacant

In a room full of last nerves and straight faces

Lust, drugs, money, chores

Enough to pass out, wake up and want more

My friend, you’re messin’ with a force of nature

Not a brand new form of savior

You climb up walls of make-up, nose-dive into the same cup,

Cut throats and smile at danger

You’re no Ms. Granger, but your disappearing act’s down pat

A last defense, where they only crown men

And when there’s nothin’ left to prove

There’s only time, reputation, and face to lose

Grays and blues, nobody wants to play the tool

But you’ll need a few if you’re gonna make your move

Somehow this went down from Young & Impressive

To fightin’ for the lead on the Drunk & Restless

Blairin’ Bob Dylan, punk-rock, and Hendrix

So loud, we don’t speak, we just text it

So proud, we don’t greet, we just gest it

Somehow, we all meet, but stay disconnected

Build fences off’a dead friendships

Get intoxicated instead of pretendin’

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Holla when it’s convenient

But don’t follow, make believe you’re leadin’

And not alone, control was never ours to keep, kid

Don’t act like losin’ it’s a weakness

Let go, find chase, grab the hardest pill to swallow

Awake until midnight kills tomorrow

Meet me where it’s flames and blades

And the time’s too late to save

Disbelieve it, disbelieve it

I don’t told you disbelieve it

When the evening keeps singin’ all hype

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But who could blame ya

In a basement

Where the faces

Go nameless

Familiar stranger

Could ya take it

Caught between peace, love, and bar fights

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You’ll find me ridin’ on my bike with a deathwish

Drinkin’ poison until the remedy’s invented

Feelin’ the love in this weekend relationship

Of setbacks and prior engagements

It burns bright and survives a dim glow

As the iPods and stereo’s singin’ Billy Joel

Bleedin’ through windows, wakin’ the wee hours

Layin’ paste between ringtones and drunk speed dials

It’s settin’ in like a shot of epinephrine

More anxious than a question of fittin’ in

Fast sex the same night as the first kiss

Restin’ on the whim of the uncertain

Servin’ brief smiles and nicotine clouds

Ego’s releasin’ beefin’ with freestyles

Holdin’ onto everything we can’t let go

Goodbye within the moment we said hello

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