Try-Sounds of Blackness

[00:00.00] [00:00.000] 作曲 : Unknown [00:02.03]Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors [00:09.40]The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know [00:18.25] [00:22.58]Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates [00:30.58]Reciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing door [00:37.22] [00:42.92]Thought a change of scenery would make me feel better [00:51.09]Moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor [00:58.31] [01:03.00]And feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session [01:12.43]Here's a million mute expressions, [01:15.04]here's the one where I choke on my words [01:18.97] [01:24.39]Then in comes the church with the answers [01:31.62]Ah Ah bless me with those tired acronyms [01:39.59]They look good on the overhead slide [01:48.06] [01:49.11]They're saving lives [01:57.38]Works every time [02:04.70] [02:09.51]Coughing courtesy up in a month of indifference [02:18.48]And lapping up the lie with an apologetic tongue [02:25.51] [02:30.99]I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder [02:39.55]Scripted adornment always kills concern [02:46.35] [02:51.68]Sick of coming home with the TV mumbling [03:00.00]There used to be a time when you spoke to me with words [03:07.38] [03:12.24]I'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment [03:20.53]And toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it would work [03:31.81] [03:33.71]All my speech is riddled with annulment [03:40.50]I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I should [03:47.25]I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in November [03:57.10]I don't know when I'll talk to you [04:03.95]I guess when both our eyes have finally died [04:14.00]I still want to try [04:22.00]