I'm biting my tongue, I feel like shit, i can't speak up,
I'm losing my head over the words that been carelessly thrown around.
Coffee doesn't help cause it's gone cold, but it won't be long - I see the door,
and I don't know what is right, I need to lye down!
Now you see,
I can't deal with all this fucking drama.
Time and time again it's always the same problems.
And today I find myself in this state,
I fell into place inside this worthless game.
You thought you could watch me take the fall this time,
But now I see right through that disguise.
Girl, this is not where I run and hide,
You can't fool me now, cause this is the last time.
I'll be gone before you can see,
Your "affection's" only killing me.
So I'll speak up, confess,
That I feel for you less and less.
There's no point in looking down,
So "chin up son", I'm breaking out!
And I wonder if you know where,
Where it is that I am?
Standing here with all my pride,
Looking up, do you understand?
This is me in a whole new light,
And it comes as no surprise.
Tonight, I feel alive.
I trust that you're home alone,
Reminiscing over past times and drying your eyes.
I guess I'm sorry for turning the pages,
They were blank, filled with nothing left to say.
And you know that we've been at this for days,
Searching for that remedy, but I need to break away.
I'm sorry I had to leave but I don't know what to think,
I'm losing my head over thinking this lying here in my bed.
I'm so sorry that this had to happen but we were oh so mistaken,
With all these points taken, There's always consequences just around the corner.
I don't see what there's left for us now, 'cause the pages they've blared away.
Under the ashes, nothing remains and everything has gone away.
So next time you see me, I'll be out around, wandering around in these towns, my head in the clouds,
...and I guess I'm suffocating, please, I just need out.
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Blissfully blown out jangle pop from Spain’s bustling indie scene. This is more Shop Assistants than Hinds, with lyrics in Spanish. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2016