like ants in a glass struggling
your muscles sing your pointless pain
like weeds in a parking lot
you wilt and come undone
with no problems and no fun
ive dug my grave
and ill lie in it
the plague of hair has touched my face
my bedroom is a hopeless place
like white bread in the rain
i melt and come undone
with no problems and no fun
ive run my bath
and ill lie in it
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
like ants in a glass struggling
your muscles sing your pointless pain
like weeds in a parking lot
you wilt and come undone
with no problems and no fun
ive dug my grave
and ill lie in it
the plague of hair has touched my face
my bedroom is a hopeless place
like white bread in the rain
i melt and come undone
with no problems and no fun
ive run my bath
and ill lie in it
