P.o.s. - Scuffle lyrics

Hands are shaking Radiating doubt and debating Whether it's worth it A person is always going to stay And I've been planning my escape Mapping out what it would take I need a rope ladder, a plane ticket A mess of new mistakes I got myself in my hands I'm not sure how to support her But maybe 55404 is not the only venue for her Cause if I can't keep my cool in public You know the mockingbirds, they love that sh** See I'm the starlet of the scandal that's the talk of this tiny town And every room I enter everybody shuts they mouths Like I'm so oblivious that I'm downright stunned Like I can't hear the words you're hiding underneath your tongue I didn't catch you saying grace, motherf**er So tell my how does my name taste? Spit it out, so tell me how does my name taste? [Hook] Look at the, look at the way she sits I bet, I bet she got a basic case of it She better take herself a notch down Not quite so proud now Nobody's gonna pity such a pretty clown Look at the, look, look at, look at the state she's in Look, look at the, look at the face she makes, man I guess I guess that they really really do stay that way Who the f** am I? Fat lip Where the hell did this sh** come from? Friends are behaving like they're allergic to problems I wanna do it like Boots and the Coup, so true it hurts you They'd tear this motherf**er up if they really loved you But let 'em look, point, sh**, let 'em laugh When the chips stacked, know that I got my back And maybe that makes me my better half But I know a got a better one to tame my tongue (And here she comes) [Bridge x2] The rumors they are blooming And the rumors they're all true A symphony of whispers rising from the fitting room So you just let them move their mouths about how you lost your edge I was sent by you, love, to talk me off this ledge And I don't care what kind of mess they say your life is in Mind your business, that's just Dessa talking to herself again (Mind your own f**ing business) [Hook] And I don't care about the cool kids at the corner coffee shop Let them keep that idle talk You just spread those broken wings You spread those busted wings You f**ing walk