Damage On My Brain

After all the damage on my brain
I wasn't quite myself
I'm not the person who would speak it out
still, I apologize

step into my fishbowl world
water flowing over
you're too fat for my fishbowl
and you should have known that
pulling on your wading boots
on that Sunday morning

it's anywhere I go
it's spreading from the radio
it's anywhere I go
and when at night I stand forlorn
waiting to phone home

it's anywhere I go
soaking through the turntable
all the time it feeds me
and it keeps me
caught out of time

after all the damage on my brain
I wasn't quite myself
I'm not the person who would speak it out
still, I apologize

step into my fishbowl world
water flowing over
you're too fat for my fish bowl
and you should have known that
pulling on your wading boots
on that Sunday morning

see me in the rain
see me running up the lane
and when at last I'm home
wringing out my soaking clothes,
filling the fishbowl again



Credits
Writer(s): Ariel Vetle Forsell
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