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The Heavyweight Champion

from Druid Ranch - EP by L. Mounts

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I stand in the corner of the ring with my hands in my gloves
I’ve trained for years to defeat the enemy I’m afraid of
I take a deep breath get into the proper state of mind
Hoping that this battle is the last of its kind

I try to fight the weight of my words
And I try to find the weight of my worth
I’m so sick of the waiting and worrying
I wish I had all the strength of my adversaries

I walk down the stairs and my body it moves
First my feet then my legs then my stomach all bruised
From the bloating and gluttonous ways of my life
I just want to remove all the weight that’s inside

I put my fists on up in front of my face
And I pray to God that I will be saved
From this overbearing self-conscious hell
I am always up against the heavyweight champion of myself

I’ve fought many others that have seemed even stronger than this feeling
Sometimes I get so nervous of my image I stop breathing
I fear the day when I take a new lover home
When we undress she laughs and then leaves me alone

Oh no am I crazy or too concerned?
I just feel like lately I’ve been so burned
Out on what I’m thinking and what I know
The difference is massive like this chest pain below

I walk down the street and my body it shakes
First my toes then my fingers then parts of my face
From the anxiously jittering nerves in my brain
I feel sick I feel sad I feel stupid and strange

I put my fists on up in front of my face
And I pray to God that I will be saved
From this overbearing self-conscious hell
I am always up against the heavyweight champion of myself

I’ve never been much of an athlete
‘Cause the times I’ve tried have always ended badly
I feel much more safe if I’m up on a stage
But I get so god damn nervous with the spotlight on my face

I hide myself in loose fitting clothes
As I throw the first punch to the nose
A swing, a common miss
And then my gut takes three hard hits
I wanna lose it, just lose it

I put my fists on up in front of my face
And I pray to God that I will be saved
From this overbearing self-conscious hell
I am always up against the heavyweight champion of myself

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from Druid Ranch - EP, released June 2, 2015

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Singer of songs. Abstainer of substances. Bringer of plagues.

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