作词 : Adrian Somerville
作曲 : Raphaël Harter
most def your a child in a travelling man suit
with your thorts now you awkwardly lay...
moving forward never felt so uneasy like each breath from my chest
(first i blamed it on the rain not the cigarettes and stress
i complained,) making movies in my head
my directors chair is made up but still thats where i slept in a way
where you toss and you turn out to not be the man that you wanted now you
struggle to face
what you've become, she couldn't relate, look what you've done now, it aint a
mistake
(when it's made like a thousand time over), feeling sick in your brain like your
dad when he's sober it pains
me to think with this paintbrush, (the faintest touch of my reality is slipping
away)
down that river where those men fish
(but catch nothing but regrets and a clentched fist ****ing insane)
there's not much to say when you got no one to blame
but yourself as you play and you dwell with this clay