Sweatbead - Fireside

I try to stop the train

To get used to pain

To get used to take the shit theyґre talking

And i canґt explain

Whatever happened

I try to write it down on paper

And i donґt know why you called me over

You said you tried to make me bitter

But i donґt think you would do a thing like…

Thatґs not your way of getting sober

Tell me more about your career

Iґll give you compliments not telling how i lie

And suppose i donґt have feelings for you

What good does that do Anyway itґs sad to say

And ignore that iґm not looking at you

And donґt care what our friends say

Why do they bother anyway

And if you should be my savior

Would you take care of my wounds

Would you hold me and secure me in your womb

Iґm the smallest lake

Fits in every city

Afraid the sun will dry me out

And i see lovers loving

And all the animals

Are drinking from my hand

Helpґs the sun to kill me And though i donґt have much to give you

I try to offer you

Whatever good i do And what if i canґt live without you

Iґm not that good looking and bright

But you know iґd treat you right

And if you should be my savior

Would you take care of my wounds

Would you hold me and secure me in your womb

The city smiles

With all itґs lights

Shadows what iґve accomplished