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Lemuria Punk

I'm living in a hole and I want to go deeper I never find gold but other things much sweeter Sweeter than the frosting on the cake Sweeter than beespit

I feel like you've died and I want you back But I know that I will never see you again Walking around trying to keep my mouth shut While the pity piles

Never point unless it's your thumbs to your chest It's a small frame but someone has to fill it It's a small frame but someone has to fill it Like

Last time I saw you, you were bragging about your son Because he's nothing like yourself Unlike you he's not who you see He hides his guilt comfortably

I get nervous with you My hands forget how to tie shoes You're just pretending to think our emotions are ambiguous So could you admit you missed me I

You should've laid the clothes you were to rest in peace with Out for the people doing the burying They're going to spend hours trying to decide what

My secrets end up on oil canvases In a gallery for everyone to judge When I lost everything you offered Jesus Didn't seem like a fair trade at all I

It's the silence that keeps me quiet But i think that if we talk then we might kiss You always look so shy, and i always lack in confidence I won't have

I don't want to try to explain my songs Omitting you i get to brood in Diogenes tub If it was something i wanted to tell you I would have already done