Grit Misery
I´ve got nothin to say to you, sight of your face, it
f..cks me off too
Don´t care nothin bout the things that you do but - Youre
still here.
Never listened to things that you say, don´t wanna go to
work every day
all I wanna do is keep out of your way but - Youre still
here.
And as we sit in the silence of our room, one of us might
speak out.
Sometimes soon but I hope. Because - I like it that way.
We dont speak, cos our body is dead. We´re even sleeping
in different beds
I dont remember anything you ever said - But I need you
here.
