Hot Mulligan

Bon Jonah
Sad to see the day has started Like I'm swallowed up The sun looks like an accusation Pouring hate on us Though the later I'm awake It makes it easier to hide Won't have to reckon with my problems If I refuse to try Can't communicate clear and concise Interpret a stuttering voice Embarrassed to live in my mind A stain on anything I touch Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? Doesn't that make it worse if it's all in my head? Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? Loose stitching Why should I move at all, dragging loved ones in? Find myself curled up, choking on marigold How could it get much worse if it's all in my head? Loose stitching The plot gets lost in the theory Misinterpreting everything Letras de cancionesA short talk or a firing squad It can't be all that you're meaning Decoded in the short and long A camera flash to show A sin I already regret Although I haven't done it yet I'd rather mitigate the chance Sit still and shut the fuck up Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? Doesn't that make it worse if it's all in my head? Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? Loose stitching Why should I move at all, dragging loved ones in? Find myself curled up, choking on marigold How could it get much worse if it's all in my head? Loose stitching The cutaway is a scene of myself on the floor Grip the carpet till it won't hold its shape any More time wasted on avoidance Keep your distance, stay away The quick solution seems the strongest There's no guilt if there's no me, and Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? Doesn't that make it worse if it's all in my head? Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? Loose stitching Why should I move at all, dragging loved ones in? Find myself curled up, choking on marigold How could it get much worse if it's all in my head? Loose stitching Sad to see the day has started Like I'm swallowed up The sun looks like an accusation Pouring hate on us There's no point to try to speak I'll hold the word until it dies Won't have to reckon with my problems If I refuse to try From Letras Mania