Guess I'm feeling unmoored
Can't remember what
I used to fight for
Guess I'm feeling unmoored
Can't remember what
I used to fight for
Still sitting in a corner I haunt
Still sitting in a corner I haunt
But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts
But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts
I'm fine with my spite
And my tears, and my beers, and my candles
I'm fine with my spite
And my tears, and my beers, and my candles
The snaps from the same little breaks in your soul
You know when it's time to go
The snaps from the same little breaks in your soul
You know when it's time to go