Attic Abasement
Going to Sleep
Its better to die with than for
Waiting to be kept warm
Attempts at success mixed with mixed feelings
Makes you feel better or something

Everyone's ugly and miserable
It just sometimes doesn’t show
What colors the back of your eyelids
You forgot that you know that you always forget
Could have easily let me down easy
But just let me leave what i'd like to keep
So fuck you i’m going to sleep

Good morning's never a good beginning
Sex belongs on graves
How the times right, to last forever tonight
I want your well-being to depend on my opinion of you
The things people say when they don’t know what else to do
You’re driven like a matchbox car
And no, you're not bad but you're not good and you’re not better

Gravity will hold me
Wind to blow me
Life to roll me over