Nurikabe

I'd like to fall into the wind
And be where it lays me down again
With this blood in my sweat
With this sweat in my hands
You know I can't tell you where I've been

My troubles are like leaves in the fall
And most of them are my own fault
Some days feel like I'm worked to death
Some days I hardly work at all

Looking into the glass for help
I've found I cannot help myself
To the hopes and ambitions
That I had working in a kitchen
Now I'm living on a dying dream

The faucet is pouring into the sink
I'm always thirsty for another drink
And when I get one all I think of
Is where I'll get the next one
How much is enough?
Well, it's always more for me

Why can't I just pick a theme?
Something common and unique
Something modern and classic
Maybe some kind of mask is
Exactly what I need

Forgive me, forgive me please
I know not what I speak
I guess what I meant was--
Nah, fuck this I'll shut up
I've had too much again it seems



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Smith
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