The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms - A boring story songtekst
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No more smiles and no more outrage Apathy pervasive emotions narcoleptic No more smiles since fucking Sunday Sinking feelings drinking early stinking septic Stinking like a dream Spoken outside in outside voices Struck silent into shuddering and cold ground padded noises Sucking myself up a truth that I don't need Last nights I don't believe No slowing down No faces smile no lips that frown Grey to neutral every synapse Stinking thoughts a pool of dinner Wipe my mouth and hope to die This street is cold early morning noises This body reeling ugly early morning choices No more drinks ‘til fucking noon Rotten teeth and gums a blackening that sets in soon And an all revealing smile Just falling down Won't make these hours turn around I wish I could remember what I'm trying to forget