Tequila Mockingbird - Sour Notes

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I swear it’s a byproduct of how I was raised That hollow feeling while achieving gilded grades My best asset, my Achilles heel Over-Analyzing how you feel Sour notes from conversations Forming cracks in my foundation Walking backwards I nervously wait for you to pull the trigger I’ve tried my best But it feels like it isn’t enough? And what if these scratches won’t buff? And what if it’s all just a bluff? Take it on the chin, pretend that I’m tough Sour notes from conversations Forming cracks in my foundation Walking backwards I nervously wait for you to pull the trigger The reflection in the mirror Could it be A failure? I’m slow at times but I’m not fucking stupid Recognize patterns to fix them it’s fruitless Fair weather friends, the silent hum Diminishes roadblocks I’ve overcome When pessimistic tendencies mix with sour words Brandishing the fragility of my self-worth What if this all falls apart? What if you all leave? Take away the window dressing What’s left of me? The reflection in the mirror Could it be A failure?
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