Pulling Punches
Her hands are tied
Tryna fix a damn thing
He dims the light
And she ying he not yang
No pullin' punches no more
No pullin' punches no more
All alone at noon she grabs the bottle of wine
Drowns in it soon and attempts to self untwine
Why do all the people imbibe their fears away
Instead of pursueing remedy for their inner soleil
Trapped in her mind
Despair has grown wild
Trapped in her mind
Despair has grown wild
Her hands are tied
Tryna fix a damn thing
He dims the light
And she ying he not yang
No pullin' punches no more
No pullin' punches no more
Her feet are stuck
Cant run away or flee
Wheres the damn luck
Doesn't remember how to be G
No pullin' punches no more
No pullin' punches no more
Why seeking revenge
On people whore already miserable
The heart sometimes feels like a rock inside the breast
And who would try to fix feelings so complex
Her hands are tied
Tryna fix a damn thing
He dims the light
And she ying he not yang
No pullin' punches no more
No pullin' punches no more
Her feet are stuck
Cant run away or flee
Wheres the damn luck
Doesn't remember how to be G
No pullin' punches no more
No pullin' punches no more