It was all about a grim,
Foggy, smoggy, old Thursday night
In Hithergreen,
London’s belching south,
Below Europe’s icy, dark trees and
In the silence of grieving mornings . . .
Bulbous clouds bleeding with strained oomph
Would stir the ingravescence of patented ills.
The trains always come railing!
Railing loud and silly
......
You know it’s bad
When you start imagining
Dreaming about dying
Thinking up scenarios
Of you not being on this planet anymore
Dropping off the edge of the earth
And how good it would feel
And what you’re feeling right now
Your heart sinking
Your screams dissolving into thin air
......
What did I do wrong
Why do I always feel like this
Always getting hurt
So often and so much
By people I was so nice to
I’m tired of not giving a fuck
It physically hurts
Something inside me feels heavy
How can people not care
How do they walk past you
......
It was all about a grim,
Foggy, smoggy, old Thursday night
In Hithergreen,
London’s belching south,
Below Europe’s icy, dark trees and
In the silence of grieving mornings . . .
Bulbous clouds bleeding with strained oomph
Would stir the ingravescence of patented ills.
The trains always come railing!
Railing loud and silly
......
What did I do wrong
Why do I always feel like this
Always getting hurt
So often and so much
By people I was so nice to
I’m tired of not giving a fuck
It physically hurts
Something inside me feels heavy
How can people not care
How do they walk past you
......
You know it’s bad
When you start imagining
Dreaming about dying
Thinking up scenarios
Of you not being on this planet anymore
Dropping off the edge of the earth
And how good it would feel
And what you’re feeling right now
Your heart sinking
Your screams dissolving into thin air
......