• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Tacoma - Tim Barry
• Tacoma - Hot Cross

If your life’s about collecting other people’s faults
Well, then I’ve fucked up before, got back up and walked it off
In a house of crumbling brick and plaster walls
Feeling my way through the dark and you saw it all
Hey, now don’t take this one as a simple joke
But it’s easy to read a book by a child who pretends to be adult
Who’s always running at the mouth about each one as they walk out
But what you don’t hear is them talk about you
So watch the clouds roll in
Watch the clouds roll in
Don’t give me that shit about friends
I’ve been there for you all along
Lord, I’ll never be there for you again
Is it wrong of me to complete this disconnect
Or is it strong of me to stumble and admit I’ve missed some steps
My conscience has grown quiet and my burdens have grown less
In silence I feel most content
But I’d take you on, yeah, I’d take you any day
But to conflict with you now would waste time and energy
See I’m done with certain feelings and substance lacking fakes
I guess life’s just easier that way
So watch the clouds roll in
Watch the clouds roll in
Don’t give me that shit about friends
I’ve been there for you all along
Lord, I’ll never be there for you again
Watch the clouds roll in
Watch the clouds roll in
Don’t give me that shit about friends
I’ve been there for you all along

i have better memories of you during worse times
days you planned
with your head in your hands
and your feet benath your thighs
im sure youd recall
that stretch of mills wrapped around
rockier peaks
back home where your diary leaks
the names of those you forgot to possess
the wretched figures that youve never sewn to your dress
you are much more
than i'll resign myself to
you are much more
than i'll assign to myself
our hands are wrapped around
tongues youve bit
and its easy to reword failures
that no longer fit
i forgot your name on that very same day
i wrote away the symptoms youd have me betray
and i'll never invest a sick sense in anything this immense
minds that turn pale
from conversations and innuendos you struggle to find
they grow out of themselves on their own
through words we find
pills that are easier lost than swallowed
when we've buried all the roads we had left to follow