P.O.S. Lyrics by Noah Brigden
Tough questions, why you talking to me?
Just look the other way, I ain’t got much to see
Lost my best friend years ago and now she’s dead
So I spent my last bit of cash on cigarettes
Well, if I’m a piece of ***, then I guess I got a reason for it
And if I’m as good as gone, I guess I’ll move along
Bad habits, getting damn sick of it
Losing grip and I never learn when to quit
If I’m a piece of ***, I got a reason for it
I talked to God about all the bad I’d done
And He said, “Son, you gotta learn to be someone”
So I packed the car, escaped town with a damn guitar
‘Cause you never *** cared, I never needed you there
Well, if I’m a piece of ***, then I guess I got a reason for it
And if I’m as good as gone, I guess I’ll move along
Bad habits, getting damn sick of it
Losin’ grip and I never learn when to quit
If I’m a piece of ***, I got a reason for it
If I’m a piece of ***, I got a reason for it
If I’m a piece of ***, I got a reason for it
If I’m a piece of ***, I got a reason for it
If I’m a piece of ***, I got a reason for it