The Bleeding Hearts Club (MPLS Chapter)

[Verse 1: P.O.S.] It's been a bit; you look a little sick You got the vibe of a ghost and I'm not equipped But I can host, or I can drive, and a ride might be right Just hit the gas and crash tonight Must have been a beast I bet you still rock a sweater in the heat, right? And you can stand like it's not that bad But I only hear from you when it is, and you know that [Verse 2: Slug] My agenda, is pure, I'm sure you remember The dialogue that occurred, I would render The whole canvas blue If it was just another bender to manage through Guess it depends on the day-to-day Most days I don't even wanna see your face Don't say that you don't need love; it's old Act tough, but your blood's exposed [Hook: Slug & P.O.S.] I like the way you comb your hair And I love them stylish clothes you wear You've got some lights you're down to share It seems as if you want to care Good luck: the game you play ain't fair Still stuck on why you're standin' there We'll keep your name in silent prayer Tear down that self-made cross you bear [Verse 3: P.O.S.] I've been your ride the last few years I've seen you through when no one's there I finally get why that's the case We let the liar lie in wake Up, it don't deserve my sleep And I can't catch a wink 'til you stop, 'til you think 'Til you're clean, 'til you quit, 'til you're done; this is it I'm at the end of my rope You're at the end of your wick [Verse 4: Slug] Midday with your bright stage light on your Mistakes, more weight and the frame might Give way to the offbeat dance 'til the Cit-ay and the concrete cracks in here I still watch you cause I believe There's something true behind your teeth It's in them secrets that you keep Fish out of water trying to breathe [Hook: Slug & P.O.S.] I like the way you comb your hair And I love them stylish clothes you wear You've got some lights you're down to share It seems as if you want to care Good luck: the game you play ain't fair Still stuck on why you're standin' there We'll keep your name in silent prayer Tear down that self-made cross you bear [Verse 5: Slug] Bear with me, it's wrong to stare But somehow I'm on it like it's what you wanted Now I'm here, whistlin' a song and tears That might fall on a pair of distracted ears Are you listening? It's the sound of toy handcuffs And another voice you can't trust Disrupt the self-destruct Waitin' for the ball to hit the ground just to watch it bounce up [Verse 6: P.O.S.] Up, and down the same steps We both have climbed that bind and connect us I still feel the itch sometimes, but it lets up You scratch 'til you bleed; you bleed just to prove life So you can see it with your own two But it's mixed with a mess and it's not you Can you hear me past the heartbeat? Or do you only know I care when our eyes meet? [Hook: Slug & P.O.S.] (x2) I like the way you comb your hair And I love them stylish clothes you wear You've got some lights you're down to share It seems as if you want to care Good luck: the game you play ain't fair Still stuck on why you're standin' there We'll keep your name in silent prayer Tear down that self-made cross you bear