Ghosts
Cruelty
Schopenhauer's
Gloat
Pools of Blue
Broken Wing
Listen Mary
Giants
Stanley Steamer
Cruelty
On the crest of time’s tide surfing
To an end that’s so deserving of me
But well beneath you
Holding onto seams so certain
As the fabric tears I’m ruining
And wearing still the same charade
I wore away in years of contact
Don’t ever holler
I’m right beside you
Wondering if you’ve ever known
My cheeks get hollow
I’m feeling like I’m uninvited
Nobody told me I’m cruelty
It gets lonely, at times, cruelty
But I wear it well within myself
And I’m all the rage now
On the crest of time’s tide surfing
To an end that’s so deserving of me
But well beneath you
Holding onto seams so certain
As the fabric tears I’m ruining
And wearing still the same charade
I wore away in years of contact
Don’t you bother
Telling me I’m something
I already know
My cheeks get hollow
I’m feeling like I’m uninvited
Nobody told me…
On the crest of time’s tide surfing
To an end that’s so deserving of me
But well beneath you
Holding onto seams so certain
As the fabric tears I’m ruining
And wearing still the same charade
I wore away in years of contact
Don’t ever holler
I’m right beside you
Wondering if you’ve ever known
My cheeks get hollow
I’m feeling like I’m uninvited
Nobody told me I’m cruelty
It gets lonely, at times, cruelty
But I wear it well within myself
And I’m all the rage now
On the crest of time’s tide surfing
To an end that’s so deserving of me
But well beneath you
Holding onto seams so certain
As the fabric tears I’m ruining
And wearing still the same charade
I wore away in years of contact
Don’t you bother
Telling me I’m something
I already know
My cheeks get hollow
I’m feeling like I’m uninvited
Nobody told me…