Punching Bag

Punching Bag - John Paciga
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Every time I've stepped into the ring I've been knocked out

Every time I've tried to get back up I've been knocked down

Your fists meet my face now my vision is getting blurry

When I can't roll with your punches my failure brings out my fury

You know I warned you: you're spending too much time in my corner

You might have good intentions but the game you play is heart-wrenching

All I want is a fair fight, I guess you can't even give me that

I've read your playbook: bait the boy, he’ll bend and beg and bleed then knock him flat

 

And it's hard to hold back

When my head starts to crack

And it's hard to hold back

When I want to attack

You're a master of provocation

Yeah you really got a knack for that

Now my veins are burning black

Now there ain't no turning back

 

You taught me how to love

But then you trained me to fight

Trying to rise above

But I'm falling tonight

I can’t repair my heart by dragging you down with me

But every boxer needs a punching bag to set passion free

 

I can't be defending if I am pretending

I'm too preoccupied

By thoughts of you in my brain, I'm going insane

I know that there's still good inside

But the ice in my soul is taking control

And for every Jekyll there is always a Hyde

And if lust and wrath are groom and bride

My downfall will be amplified

Been trying to keep my hands clean but it might be too late

I'll never be the same, you are the drug that makes me mutate

Wish I could be a better man, but it might be for the best

If you stop pushing me over the edge and putting everything that I am to the test

 

But it's hard to hold back

When my head starts to crack

Yeah, it's hard to hold back

When I want to attack

You're a master of provocation

Yeah you really got a knack for that

Now my veins are burning black

Now there ain't no turning back

 

You taught me how to love

But then you trained me to fight

Trying to rise above

But I'm falling tonight

I can’t repair my heart by dragging you down with me

(Dragging you down with me)

But every boxer needs a punching bag to set passion free

 

But I can't make the mistake, I can't leave you in my destructive wake

Maybe I need a break for God's sake getting faked out is more than I can take

And I'm losing the fight in the black of the night

And it’s gripping me tight 'round my neck and I'm lightheaded

Swinging with all of my might but no help is in sight

I just hope I'll be alright

I hope we'll be okay, I hope I don't throw it away

I hope that I can hold my fire and throw my punches at other desires

Hope there comes a day when I can let you be the one that got away

And throw down my weapons and wave the white flag

And find a different punching bag

 

Oh, you taught me how to love

But then you trained me to fight

Trying to rise above

But I'm falling tonight

I can’t repair my heart by dragging you down with me

(Dragging you down with me)

But every boxer needs a punching bag to set passion free

 

Gotta wave the white flag and find a different punching bag

But I’m too late, I mutated, the flame will not abate

I’ll never wave the white flag

Or find a different punching bag


Music and Lyrics © John Paciga 2018
 

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