Fiend from Fiend by Sure, Machine

Ring the bell
At the start of the bout
Got my foot in my mouth
I’m still speaking

Wish me well
As you push me away
That you’re sorry to stray
But these demons

You are what I adore
And I wanted you more than keep breathing
My wish
Unfortunate kiss
I abandon these lips and these feelings, like you did

All is well
At the end of the day
Wrap my arms around legs
This is feeble

Love is hell
And I pushed you away
But these demons can’t stay
I must heal

You are what I adore
So let’s settle the score so it’s even
My time
Unfortunate crime
I spent every dime on bad feeling, like you did

End of the round and I want to stay down
Take the KO and I won’t stick around
You’ve got me feeling like I am your clown
And I’m fiending

You are what I adore
And I wanted you more than keep breathing
My crime
You always remind I am always bad time and bad feeling
and you win

• Alternative
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Cleveland