Look at you. Look at you. Look at you. Look at you. . And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong. You been putting up with my shit just way too long.
Gutter trickle, bombast. A gunpowder wind. Wanna' let it all sink in. Like a rain collecting. I held on to you. Even when you begged me not to. . Can't ya see I'm all bound up.