i'm afraid i've been tailored too poorly, there's so much room in my words; they're fit for a judge. i know exactly what's trailing me: hear nothing, say nothing, see? nothing's wrong.
yet i never knew you. never really know how you felt.
i've been feeling a bit like art vandelay. a poor excuse, barely moving, and dressed in judge. i've been clenching my fists too much lately, i've been clenching my fists... nothing's wrong at all.
yet i never knew me. never really know how i felt.
claustrophobic everything but i don't need "how to be alone". my learn-debt laughs at me: "find out how to bail a loan". my future's been everywhere it just has no expectations. my past has been passed on, it's in the hands of a great spectator.
cowlick me. cow like me: spit in image.
are they comfortable in their skin? i never really am, i never am.
Track Name: Rossetti Stone
a vilanchian summer crushed my worry stone.
pat smear you are the one that always make me feel like the boy and clumsiness fit all right.