Feedbacker - Burial Bounce House Lyrics

We could hold hands
Be filled with doubt
Watch you grow old
Up and out

You don't want me
And I just want out
The days are short
Teach me to count

And I'm looking forward got nothing to lose
I'll wear a cheap suit while you wear black shoes
You stand above me six feet in the air
Please don't tell me
That you care

Come Monday mourning a wake for my head
A wake for my feelings, I'm feeling undead
I'm so alone here got nothing to hide
I've got nothing when nothing's inside

And I'm looking forward got nothing to lose
I'll wear a cheap suit while you wear black shoes
I'll stand beneath you six feet below
Please don't tell me
That you'll go

Curmudgeon
Curmudgeon
Curmudgeon
Can't you hear me weep
Curmudgeon
Can't you hear me speak
Curmudgeon

And I'm looking forward got nothing to lose
I'll wear a cheap suit while you wear black shoes
You stand above me six feet in the air
Please don't tell me
That you care

Curmudgeon (See the way it leaves a scar)
Curmudgeon (See the way it leaves a scar)
Curmudgeon