Propaghandi - Gifts Lyrics
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, staring at the window as the sunlight demands action. all the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds. wrote this selfish sadness on a bOm wall, spent half the span of some lost cultures rise and fall, but Im as clueless as a drooling four year old. still hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know youre lonely. sEs the last call for regrets, a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to. heres the promises Ive made, tied too tight to undo. an unwrapped gift from me to you. all the slightSane on the 18 north main, reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain, nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today. like hey, whatever happened to whats that guys name? &quWe get a little older and it looks the same: askance. excuse my failing sense of humour. heres the promises Ive made; a razor blade and this broken piece of chain. a history left to rust out iRain.