Rowing A Dead Horse Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

chasing a lie 

tracing our scars 

moaning for help to be held 

and every day we feel further away from ourselves 

the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable 

my response isn't limited to reactions 

and everything dies its little deaths everyday 

so with my head up my ass 

and my foot on the gas 

i set out to write a synonym for loss 

hands caught in the door 

and my face on the floor 

i'll write one for you 

Thanks to Justin ([email protected]) for these lyrics