Squeezing The Damp Tea Towel To It's Final Few Drips lyrics

Many moons of moping over changes I won't make My motor mouth runs from fear of making more mistakes Implicate myself through false guilt and voice breaks Jilted speech, inspecting feet, waiting for an answer you are But me sway silently staring into space, safe place, headspace Hardly, cerebral argie-bargie Contemplating harder than when you're sat alone at a party Maybe not, come happen these knots Many tangents gallop, maggot dragon dripping in smegma Fragments of stagnant talent, the advent of forgetting passion Pageant queen come happen a magnet, drift baggage Find only a planet of absence Abscess on your gadget or garment More substance in silence Remind me not to write again