Blues
Please, show me the exitThe fake key that I shoved in is broken, it won't open
Love was chewed up, and inflated like gum,And we'd been squashed inside this too-narrow roomA dry popping noise rang out, and everything disappearedI watched the time being wasted and myself falling awayAhh, alright. It's time to go.
It's shit. This album is shit. It's liesSure, things would be better without these feelingsBreaking apart is an about-face, failing is an about-faceI want to address it butHow can I get out? How can we break apart?At some point they'll notice
Love was scraps of paper. This combustible, dry loveBecame the only light inside this too-dark roomBefore we got burned, someone poured water on itAs the light faded, you also vanishedSoIt's time. We have to go
It's shit. This album is shit. It's liesSure, things would be better without these feelings