Liquid Ocelot
dead + tired
I see you sent my letters back,
and my LP records and they're all scratched,
I can't see the point in another day,
when nobody listens to a word I say.
You can call it lack of confidence,
but to carry on living doesn't make no sense.
I can't stand losing you.
and my LP records and they're all scratched,
I can't see the point in another day,
when nobody listens to a word I say.
You can call it lack of confidence,
but to carry on living doesn't make no sense.
I can't stand losing you.