Charlatan Blues

You could've told the truth, but that's on you Newly diagnosed spectrum child, it's been a while I took a trip in your shoes, and I've been walking for miles I've been dragging my feet, and so have you, it seems So I'll count down the days like I grind down my teeth I burned the bridges back to you I burned the greener pastures too Now, I'm somewhere in the middle You could have told the truth, but that's on you Wouldn't want to put ideas in my head Wouldn't want to set the precedent Just whiskey, nicotine, opiates That's good livin', but you're better off dead Wouldn't want to put ideas in my head Wouldn't want to set the precedent Just whiskey, nicotine, opiates That's good livin', but you're better off fucking dead Should have just killed myself instead That's good livin', but you're better off fucking dead Should have just killed myself instead That's good livin', but you're better off fucking dead I burned the bridges back to you I burned the greener pastures too Now, I'm somewhere in the middle You could have told the truth, but that's on you So come on, let me play with the pepper spray And the guns in the parliament You better tailor my suit so it's fit for the shape of a charlatan So come on, let me play with the pepper spray And the guns in the parliament You better tailor my suit so it's fit for the shape of a charlatan Kill your kin on the words of a harlequin Hanging by a thread like a noose from a tourniquet (from a tourniquet) I burned the bridges back to you I burned the greener pastures too I burned the bridges back to you I burned the greener pastures too Now I'm somewhere in the middle You could have told the truth, but that's on you That's on you That's on you That's on you