The Clam

Surrounded by love
Apparently
I feel lonelier
Than a clam out at sea
And I hate myself
About 80% of the time
The rest I'm often flowing
Or sinking
Or thinking
"It'll be alright
I think it'll be alright"

It seems I am fucked up
Why else would it be
That I can't
I can't
I can't see the future for me?
And I keep
I keep
I keep pushing them away
And I hope
I hope
I hope it'll be better some day
It'll be better some day
Will be better some other day

But that seems impossible
Now



Credits
Writer(s): John Smith, John Noir Smith
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