Apathy
GERALD THOMAS FITZGERALD, DALE GRUNDLE, PETER KELLY, ALICE SIOBHAN LEMON
In the slowest of ways,
My head thick with blood,
I can just about strain to step down,
The morning has nearly come
But I don't want to be here where nothing clicks
So I just push my head under again
There are so many ways,
There are so many ways,
To dig your own grave
And take root where you feel you're safe
And waste away
I'm set deep in my ways
Apathy come smile on me now
Come smile on me
Just to shake me up sometimes I scream at nothing in particular
And I will make this body bleed