Текст (слова) песни: New End Original - Weary Progress

 
It was a nervous little shudder, 
I was thinking of my mother, 
I was making up excuses, 
I was sorry, sore, no intimacy. 
Cradlecap and funny sports and thin. 
I miss my daughter`s breath. 
What really sticks it in 
are the cold spots in the bed. 
 
Like everybody in the world, 
I want to be misunderstood. 
Likable, creepy, 
underrated, braggart, 
busy, really good. 
It`s weary progress. 
 
I yell, I get frustrated, I scream. 
Drunk brother painting bare rooms. 
Christmas trees are scary things at 2 a.m and 
foolish lips are all the way in Boston, 
but they`re sounding pretty good. 
 
Like everybody in the world, I want to be 
misunderstood. 
Likable, creepy, 
underrated, braggart, 
busy, really good. 
It`s weary progress.
 

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