Big Mouth Gospel

[Intro] [Verse 1] It leans in close with a half-cut grin Starts with “you’ll never guess where I’ve been” Volume ten in a room of three Spilling secrets like it’s charity Name-dropping sins from a decade ago Laughing loud while the faces go slow Killing the vibe with a victory lap Fuck, read the room — can you dial that back? [Pre-Chorus] Oh here it goes again Lighting fires with a fountain pen You see the panic in reflective eyes Why are you saying that to these guys? [Chorus-Short] drowning. drowning. drowning in the dribble drowning in the dribble. [Verse 2] Glorified scraps into legend and lore Every stubbed toe’s a civil war Confidential turns carnival show Private pain on a loudspeaker flow Sweating truth with a twist of lies Self-appointed king of over-share highs Clap for it, like he’s saving the day While docked ships quietly decay [Pre-Chorus] Oh here it goes again Confetti made of common sense You see the panic in reflective eyes Why are you saying that to these guys? [Chorus] drowning. drowning. drowning in the dribble drowning in the dribble. drowning. drowning. drowning in the dribble drowning in the dribble. [Bridge] [chaotic spoken/half-sung] “Did I tell you about—” Yes!. “Have you heard the one where—” Please don’t. Watch it inflate like a cheap parade Every tall tale triple sprayed Applause inside the head While every bridge known is dead [Final Chorus] [big, layered, explosive] drowning. drowning. drowning in the dribble drowning in the dribble. drowning. drowning. drowning in the dribble drowning in the dribble. [End Song] [End Audio]