Текст песни 18 (Demo) - Crywank

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

The only emotion that I can convey
When I contemplate my life
Is an un-compromising flush 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

My life story is just a clip show
Filled with long drawn out scenes
Of plug holes