Sweatbead

I try to stop the train To get used to pain To get used to take the shit theyÂ're talking And i canÂ't explain Whatever happened I try to write it down on paper And i donÂ't know why you called me over You said you tried to make me bitter But i donÂ't think you would do a thing like... ThatÂ's not your way of getting sober Tell me more about your career IÂ'll give you compliments not telling how i lie And suppose i donÂ't have feelings for you What good does that do Anyway itÂ's sad to say And ignore that iÂ'm not looking at you And donÂ't care what our friends say Why do they bother anyway And if you should be my savior Would you take care of my wounds Would you hold me and secure me in your womb IÂ'm the smallest lake Fits in every city Afraid the sun will dry me out And i see lovers loving And all the animals Are drinking from my hand HelpÂ's the sun to kill me And though i donÂ't have much to give you I try to offer you Whatever good i do And what if i canÂ't live without you IÂ'm not that good looking and bright But you know iÂ'd treat you right And if you should be my savior Would you take care of my wounds Would you hold me and secure me in your womb The city smiles With all itÂ's lights Shadows what iÂ've accomplished