Crush from Ego Death by Danica Bryant

Rolling your hips like you roll the papers
Try all your tricks, you're an entertainer
All the feelings I feel for ya
Mortification and nausea, oh
I can tell you now there won't be a later

Ego death hits where it hurts
A kiss goodbye into the dirt
Don't come to me chasing that rush
You're the type of man I'd only like to crush

Underfoot
Stomping out the silence right where you stood
Little bit of violence never felt so good
So don't call it love
You're the type of man I'd only like to crush
La la la like to crush, la la la like to crush
Don't come to me chasing that rush
You're the type of man I'd only like to crush

You're not everybody's bottle of liquor
Every taste only makes me sicker
Got sunglasses on indoors
You're so convinced the world is yours, oh
But we only clap so it's over quicker

Ego death hits where it hurts
A kiss goodbye into the dirt
Don't come to me chasing that rush
You're the type of man I'd only like to crush

Underfoot
Stomping out the silence right where you stood
Little bit of violence never felt so good
So don't call it love
You're the type of man I'd only like to crush
La la la like to crush, la la la like to crush
Don't come to me chasing that rush
You're the type of man I'd only like to crush

With all that nicotine and need for attention
I can't say you set the best impression
La la la like to crush, la la la like to crush

Underfoot
Stomping out the silence right where you stood
Little bit of violence never felt so good
So don't call it love
You're the type of man I'd only like to crush
La la la like to crush, la la la like to crush
Don't come to me chasing that rush
You're the type of man I'd only like to crush

• Indie Pop Rock
• Pop
• folk rock
• pop rock
• rolk pop
• singer-songwriter
• Wellington