i have a way with words that has siphoned me into a hole i am bound to croak and for god i can t take anymore it s always the thing that we talk about i ve heard it all before i want you to stay there s no other place for me i can t wake up in the morning my soul s just standing there i have semblance in sound to a miser adrift in a flood i lose touch all around with my very own personal void it s always the thing that we talk about i ve heard it all before i want you to stay there s no other place for me if i sung i swear i m holding you back you don t need me cause you don t call i weigh down my heart i level my skin back in
['art punk', 'indie punk']