Crywank - Squeezing The Damp Tea Towel To It's Final Few Drips Lyrics
Many moons of moping over changes I won't make
My motor mouth runs from fear of making more mistakes
Implicate myself through false guilt and voice breaks
Jilted speech, inspecting feet, waiting for an answer you are
but me sway silently staring into space, safe place, headspace
contemplating harder than when you're sat alone at a party
maybe not, come happen these knots
Many tangents gallop, maggot dragon dripping in smegma
Fragments of stagnant talent, the advent of forgetting passion
pageant queen come happen a magnet, drift baggage
find only a planet of absence
Abscess on your gadget or garment
More substance in silence
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Crywank Squeezing The Damp Tea Towel To It's Final Few Drips Comments
Remind me not to write again...
1:04 my favorite part
ab-stence on your ga-gets or gar-ment
i don't understand why this man is so underrated
sad pillow
Underrated is a good thing, unless you hate his music
an ex introduced me to crywank, that was probably the only good thing that came out of that relationship, but sometimes I wish he never showed me....
This is what I like to listen to when it's the middle of the night and I don't feel like sleep.
Many moons of moping over changes I won't make
My motor mouth runs from fear of making more mistakes
Implicate myself through false guilt and voice breaks
Jilted speech, inspecting feet, waiting for an answer you are
but me sway silently staring into space, safe place, headspace
hardly, cerebral argie-bargie
contemplating harder than when you're sat alone at a party
maybe not, come happen these knots
Many tangents gallop, maggot dragon dripping in smegma
Fragments of stagnant talent, the advent of forgetting passion
pageant queen come happen a magnet, drift baggage
find only a planet of absence
Abscess on your gadget or garment
More substance in silence
Remind me not to write again