Death Grip by Broken Hands Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I might of felt it when we were both high
I might of felt it but I'd rather die than stay
And do things your way
I might of felt it when we were both young
I might of felt it when you had me strung out to play
I did things your way

[Chorus]
You told me with your tight lips
You gave me acid for my first trip
You held me with your death grip
I’m moving out on a guilt trip
I'm moving out on a guilt trip

[Verse 2]
You seem to think that my thinking is wrong
But all that's happened is things have moved on today
I did things my way

[Chorus]
You caught me with your hair clip
Gave me acid for my first trip
You held me with your death grip
I’m moving out on a guilt trip
I'm moving into the death grip