The Incredible Sulk

Turn the TV off it's late, I haven't slept for shit in days
And I'm going to bed now
Open up another case, gonna forget about your face
With a Pabst Blue Ribbon TM
Streaming Netflix on the screen, a mild drug for you and me
To constantly fall back on
On a grave of apathy, place no flowers place no wreath
Just let me rot here

No I can't muster the strength
To tell you why I'm breathing so slowly
It must have something to do with
The speed of my heartbeat
And we're both putting pressure
On each other when it's not needed
Hope you know I know you're scheming
Hope you don't know that I'm conceited too

I don't wanna have to tell you a thousand times
Why you're making me nervous
I don't wanna know the psychology behind
What is making my palms itch

I don't wanna have to tell you a thousand times
Why you're making me nervous
I don't wanna know the psychology behind
What is making me write this



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Padron
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link