Hidden Blood - The Spills

Regret doesn’t make you a saint

So let that smile go

I’ve not left myself room for being vacant

I’ve occupied myself

With too many other people

Repression only makes you feel clean and easy today

It’s much more comfortable to live in ruins

And just live life

Not adding too many other people?

Suits to me

The two go hand in hand

When it comes to my memories

Won’t let me go to sleep

Just let me go to sleep

Tonight I wanna cry, just wasting, forget to be decent

So I’ll just stick with remorse

I implore us not for believing

Well where the fuck is my brain?

Suits to me

The two go hand in hand

When it comes to my misery

Won’t let me go to sleep

You’d rather lose your mind

Than scratch at an absessed memory

You’d rather run and hide

Than accept that you’ll never be complete