Believe this
As you convalesce:
I'm seasick.
I'm bleeding from open sores.
Four days ago, you said soon
That we'd hit shore...
And finally, we've found this land.
For all the gifts the people give,
Bloody beaches and severed hands
Is what we return.
I'm kind of nauseous.
Either I don't like this,
Or I'm still seasick...
And I find it hard,
It's so hard, I'm finding out
You're a liar again...
No, I never said enough...
You gave me what was never yours.
You know what? I don't want it.

• All Go Down
• Another Way Out
• Boring Life
• Bury White
• Celebrate Her
• Cut Out
• Girl
• Girl
• I Like It
• In 2 Again
• In The Aisle, Yelling
• Job's Eyes
• Joining the Circus
• Less
• Love, American Style
• Man O' The Year
• Man Overboard
• Media
• Mother Mary
• Nestle
• Punchdrunk
• Quick
• Really Here
• Seasick
• Sister
• Sorrow's End....
• System
• The System
• Waiting for Sunday
• What I've Wanted To Say
• You Wear It So Well

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