Soft Shell Lyrics

A Will Away Soft Shell

Could there be a better way
For me to say that I'm feeling underwhelmed?
Can you tell?
I'm running out of attic space
To keep the sort of real disgrace I can't sell
Half as well

Would you say if this is what you want?
Or if you'll just take whatever comes your way

I think I'm out of similes
I think they're out of sympathy
I can see it
“Don't tell.”
Be careful what you say to me
The slightest shit might make me bleed
Oh well, soft shell

Would you say if this is what you want?
Or if you'll just take whatever comes

I don't feel any closer
You take, but you don't ever need
Far still, from a feeling of closure
Yet in the end you're only what you eat

Could there be a better way?