Up Against The Fault Lyrics

Caustic Soda Up Against The Fault

No call this morning, no sleep at all.
Not getting any answers searching through telephones.
Oh absence, take form. Half cold in a king size dawn.
Breaking still despite the holding on.

Someone tell me, what am I doing wrong?

Clothes I can throw away,
hair I can cut, strip or stain.
Moods I promise to turn like corners
and get out of my own way
but on what chance can this stand?
With that, half a heart in some desperate plan
I don't know who it is I'm up against.

Someone tell me, where am I going wrong?
You're keeping me close and against and I think to a
fault.

Each blazing morning, burns a little slow.
Is there something needs telling?
Some good that I'm not doing?
Provide some helpful point upon which I could fall
or don't suggest anything.
It's probably nothing,
it's nothing if no one can see that there's anything
wrong.

Someone tell me, what am I doing wrong?
Someone tell me, what am I doing wrong?
Someone tell me, what am I doing wrong?