Weary Progress Lyrics - Singles - New End Original

It was a nervous little shudder, 

I was thinking of my mother, 

I was making up excuses, 

I was sorry, sore, no intimacy. 

Cradlecap and funny sports and thin. 

I miss my daughter's breath. 

What really sticks it in 

are the cold spots in the bed. 

Like everybody in the world, 

I want to be misunderstood. 

Likable, creepy, 

underrated, braggart, 

busy, really good. 

It's weary progress. 

I yell, I get frustrated, I scream. 

Drunk brother painting bare rooms. 

Christmas trees are scary things at 2 a.m and 

foolish lips are all the way in Boston, 

but they're sounding pretty good. 

Like everybody in the world, I want to be 

misunderstood. 

Likable, creepy, 

underrated, braggart, 

busy, really good. 

It's weary progress.