Artist: fireside
Song: 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
