Desperate Journalist - Be Kind Lyrics

A bundle of nerves I am a vale of tears
I'm overwhelmed by the weight of all these years
You come in late this place is such a non-event
They are so loud and I am so ineloquent

And I want to be kind
And I want to be perfect to you
And I hope you don't mind
All the stupid things I put you through

Blood in my mouth and my muscles ache
You are all give and I am nothing but the take
The woodland deep the trees are all I see
You are running through and calling out to me

And I want to be kind
But when it comes I am blinded to you
And I hope you don't mind
All the stupid things I put you through

When I fail and I need rescue
And I want to be kind
But when it comes I am blinded to you
And I hope you don't mind
All the stupid things I put you through.