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