I can hear the words you never say, you can hear me never taking blame The laundry's in the washer, the beer is in the fridge Cleaning up does not include admitting what you did
I'm chewing on this pen and spitting out Pieces of plastic accumulating in my mouth My nervous tics and sleeplessmess have kept me up for days If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say
I'm sweating to the point of losing salt, my head is a receptacle for secrets and insults Your mother is an atheist is she's alive a day We hide behind religion but we all want to get paid
I'm chewing on this pen and spitting out Pieces of plastic accumulating in my mouth My nervous tics and sleeplessmess have kept me up for days If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say
Let's pretend there's nothing wrong, let's pretend I wrote this song Let's pretend you like the person sitting to your right I'll be better in a week, I just need some more coffee please I can keep my mouth shut really fucking tight
I'm chewing on this pen and spitting out Pieces of plastic accumulating in my mouth My nervous tics and sleeplessmess have kept me up for days If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say My neck hurts from all the ways I slouch I sleep on the futon and it doubles as a couch The drums are beat to hell, they are all in disarray If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say If these walls could talk they probably would have nothing much to say If these walls could talk then I would be surprisedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
