Lyrics Tired Eyes - Worn blue shoes

Tired eyes
A fucking corpse in my bed
Oh if I could leave all my crimes
Behind the door, under the carpet
All is bad
All that I do

Don't say I'm perfect
I'm going back to my house without them
I can't trust anyone
I'm so selfish

The farm of my brother
Burning
The eyes of my sister
So... so... so innocents

And to reassure myself
I say it's all his fault
Fuck your car
I'm never going to walk on a boat anymore