Morose from Thoughtcrime by Thoughtcrime
Tracklist
| 6. | Morose | 0:57 |
Lyrics
This weakness of mine biting at my heels again. I wish I could outrun this fate. Small, simple miscalculation, and for once I wish I could bite my tongue. Trust this last thing I say: I wasted your days. I know you don't want to believe it, and trust me, neither do I. Million and one reasons to discount these words. Cheap as they've been, I swear by them still. Fell from the vine, parasites have taken me. There isn't anything left but a pile of bones. Rotting in the dirt-- what a waste of skin I am. Your absence compliments this dead-end state of mind.
