My Stomach Feels Like My Throats Been Cut - Blakfish

'Cause I might just get wrecked

I’m fuckin' broke

At the moment

I’m lost

I’ve got no hope

Of making a nice success of myself

Oh no

This is me

Oh, is this me?

Physically

This is me

This is me

Oh, is this me?

Pathetically

This is me

If this is what I meant by being blissfully content

Empty pockets and an empty stomach

I’m more deluded then I ever pretended to be

What a waste, what a waste, what a waste I’ve witnessed

If I tried could’ve been, could’ve been more than this

Woo!

I’ll fold 'cause I’m faulted

I’ll hold 'cause I’ve halted

It’s a pixelated way to say

I’m on the way out

And I’ll grow when I’m crushed

And I’ll talk when I’m touched

And It’s a civilised way

Of trying to speak and not shout