The Clutch

The Clutch - Palehound

Composed by：E. Kempner

I didn't wanna see that bloody hand

On your stomach that night

And snake head tunnels out the earth

Glares at the light

And I didn't want you to see me naked

In that photo where I'm laying down

And staring at the sun

Staring at the sun

I didn't wanna talk f****

And find more reasons to keep this up

You're driving me with every limb

My face in the glove

And if you release the clutch

We'll both come to a screeching halt

It's a punch in the gut

It's a punch in the gut

It's a punch in the gut

I didn't mean to hurt you

You didn't mean to show me how

Sudden wind drags the goal up

Throws it far out the bounds

And I'm glad that you know better now

And I'm glad that you found yourself

But you didn't need my help

No you didn't need my help

No you didn't need my help

No you didn't need my help

You didn't need my help

You didn't need my help

You didn't need my help

You didn't need my help

You didn't need my help

You didn't need my help

You didn't need my help

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