A Verbal Equinox - We Killed Amanda Palmer, Mystery Solved | Текст песни

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I look my best on Sundays
When no one’s here to see
I write a half assed melody
For no one else but me
Alas! I shout! Enough to shake the windows only
From! My mouth! Is nothing but the breathing of a
Night spent late just contemplating
What’s the use in my complaining?
They’ve all got it worse than me and this I know but never face
But when it’s one thing or another its just instinct that I start to

Complain, complain
Yet I’m the belle of the ball and chain
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain

I look my worst on Wednesday nights
Just halfway through the week
I’ve looked a mess since Monday and
Forgotten how to sleep
To bed! I said! A threat against myself but then I
Turn! My head! Back to the mindless workings of a
Place where words become degrading
Contradict myself by hating
Every single person finds a way to tear themselves apart
Except it’s not through therapy or any form of art, just

Complain, complain
I’m the belle of the ball and chain
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is

Complain
I’m the belle of the ball and chain
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain, complain, complain.