Bored Fightin'

I wouldn't buy what I'm told to sell ya

May your love and rage compel ya

To a softer way of surviving this place

I'll lock eyes in a broken mirror

See these shadows a little clearer

Kinda flawed, often flailing, always trying

Rust my hinges and bust my chops

So I'm told, no one's born a cop

May this world end so another can begin

And beware that dull knife's cut

Every good dog is a mutt

Kinda flawed, often flailing, always trying

I'm flawed, awfully flawed

Another tapestry of bruises, burns, and scars

Every misdeed I've committed

I had a choice and I won't forget it

Kinda flawed, often flailing, always trying

Oh flawed, awfully flawed

Another tapestry of bruises, burns, and scars

And no verse that I have written

Can lift these curses that I've been spittin'

Kinda flawed, often flailing

And consistently failing

And yet

I'm always trying