Sweatbead
I try to stop the train
To get used to pain
To get used to take the shit theyre talking
And i cant explain
Whatever happened
I try to write it down on paper
And i dont know why you called me over
You said you tried to make me bitter
But i dont think you would do a thing like...
Thats not your way of getting sober
Tell me more about your career
Ill give you compliments not telling how i lie
And suppose i dont have feelings for you
What good does that do
Anyway its sad to say
And ignore that im not looking at you
And dont care what our friends say
Why do they bother anyway
And if you should be my savior
Would you take care of my wounds
Would you hold me and secure me in your womb
Im the smallest lake
Fits in every city
Afraid the sun will dry me out
And i see lovers loving
And all the animals
Are drinking from my hand
Helps the sun to kill me
And though i dont have much to give you
I try to offer you
Whatever good i do
And what if i cant live without you
Im not that good looking and bright
But you know id treat you right
And if you should be my savior
Would you take care of my wounds
Would you hold me and secure me in your womb
The city smiles
With all its lights
Shadows what ive accomplished