It's a futile attempt to quench words
Cascading out of decade old emotional arteries
There's just something about the words...
Respect and gratitude and family
and, Please Someone Help Me
that won't be stopped.
Oh god it's been so long...
And Christmas time comes verbal discovery
How long have you been aching up there?
There's no way to simplify such a blackened truth.
You are what you are, and that's all we've got
to go with.
So go with it, move, do someone that will shake
This sordid house out of its reverie
You don't know what you've been to me all these years
My sweet friend.
I'd never have known what there was out there if
You hadn't scored me with your claws
And I wouldn't have tried so hard if I had of known
You wouldn't care.
And Christmas time comes verbal discovery
How long have you been aching up there?
There's no way to simplify such a blackened truth.
You are what you are, and that's all we've got
to go with.
Well now I'm back and I guess some things
don't change.
Ghosts wearing familiar faces serve me juice, and
Something's not right, didn't you think to put away
The extra plates?
Fuck you, fuck your blessed oversight.
Fuck you, fuck your blessed oversight.
Why wouldn't you just sit down and
say what you had to say?
There's something weird about the words...
Respect and Gratitude and Family
That can't be swallowed still.
~lyrics and music written by Zara Ahmed~