Songtexte Nothing... (For Sale) - (EM)

on the inside
i am growing
layers like a shell
to quell my nerves and

i'm doing well
if well was
cutting down
not cutting out

impeach me
tell me what I need
feed me loose-leaf
paper and dust please

stumble around town
pretending not to
know my way but
i know too well

sell me ease
i'll squeeze by
as long as I have
something supplementary

i'm not very
convincing whatsoever
i don't even
believe myself sometimes

make the morbid
effort to avoid
a knife to the side
feeling kicking in

at this point
i don't trust anyone
to know my brain
except myself, but
i'm insane

what will I do
what can I do
what will I do
what can I do
nothing