Letra de A Taste for Bitters

This style of living the more I think, the more I think this means out. This style of living the more I think, the more I think this means it. No more drowning and the answer, see how my silence leaks... see how my fingers have folded, folded and crumble when speak. I see my life as a sonic tone, I never thought it would deepen, but you don't care for me and I don't care now for anybody.