paroles de chanson Local Anesthesia - Covey

Memory's such a funny thing to me
Like I remember local anesthesia surgery
I had when I was young
But I don't remember the last thing
That you said to me
Was it that you loved to me
Or that you have had enough?
And is it necessary for me to even know that
It's so arbitrary the fact that
I could even still be thinking of you
Ten years from now

A semi-automatic systematic tendency
To let myself down

What the hell have I become?
Sleeping through that summer sun
And all my friends are walking away
As I'm sleeping through that summer sun

Depression is such a fucked up thing don't you think?
Those days you're feeling half alright is comparatively ecstasy
Tomorrow's a new day
And you're battling your brain chemistry
It's all smoke and mirrors
And I'll be choking for the better half
Of plenty more years
Bent at the core

A semi-automatic systematic tendency
To let myself down

What the hell have I become?
Sleeping through that summer sun
And all my friends are walking away
As I'm sleeping through that summer sun