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Bitch & Animal

Genres: Indie

Traffic Lyrics - Bitch & Animal

this is the point 

 

where the eye and I don't meet 

this is the point 

that spells defeat 

i have watched your unlove 

written like tabloids 

i had to stumble on buying my food 

there you were 

unfolded in headlines and horror 

i love all those bits of you 

i love all those bits of you 

on the hardwood floor 

where the bird imitates our fighting 

you put the golf show on 

to avoid my crying 

you cup your arm to care 

where the hurt went in 

and well, why does it hurt? 

complications of leftover racisms 

why does it hurt? 

you start the road trip off with accusations 

of why does it 

 

feel like i've been run over in traffic 

scratchin in the dust of someone's leavin 

punches in my gut 

oh look i'm bleeding 

not for you, for me this time, this time 

not for you, for me 

this time 

 

just for the record, there is no record 

it's a problem 

there is no "this is what you said" 

that's already gone 

all we have are our love 

and our guts baby 

all we have are our love 

and our guts baby 

they're all over the road 

 

you don't know the difference 

between anger and pissed off 

one is doing and one is feeling 

one is doing and one is feeling 

and i'm feeling 

i'm feeling 

 

feels like i've been run over in traffic 

scratchin at the dust of someone's leaving 

punches in my gut 

oh look i'm bleeding 

not for you, for me this time, this time 

not for you, for me 

this time 

 

i need to be healed 

i need to be healed 

 

just saying it does it 

just smashing it crushes it 

just loving it douses it 

 

just saying it does it 

just smashing it crushes it 

just loving it douses it 

just loving it douses it 

 

feels like i been run over in traffic 

scratching at the dust of someone leaving 

punches in my gut 

oh look- i'm bleeding 

not for you, for me this time, this time 

not for you, for me. 

not for you, for me. 

Are you remember?