Misery - The Grit

I´ve got nothin to say to you, sight of your face, it fucks 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.