Текст песни 18 - Crywank

Waiting for someone to tolerate me.
Hanging around because I can′t leave this cat behind.
In nine lives if I haven't found something to hold on to,
Why worry? Nobody I care for will be around.

The only emotion that I can convey when I contemplate my life,
Is an uncompramising, feeling of uncertainty.
Which is caused by a combination of lack of self respect,
And an overwhelming lack of company.

So I will share my bed with phantom limbs, and live my life in tidy rooms.
Surround myself with living things that don′t know how to move.
I am like cigarettes and steak and booze, obesity and stress,
Everyone with a bad heart will blame me for their mess.