Текст песни Home Recording - Edgar Hurley

I'm a liar
I'm a thief
I'm a coward
Filled with grief
And my beasts
Are no match
For their armour

So stand tall if you must dear
The poise degrades the grace
Who would have thought
That I'd fill the whole page

I am torn at the waistline
I am worn on the hip
The flask it is empty
You drank your whole fill