Categorise this
I've nothing left to live without
Alone in conversation
Talking about a new sensation
Preferring a pantomime
I’ll just keep talking to myself
Ambivalent in comfort
Categorise yourself
Make home all safe and soft
I’m trading serenades so you can
Categorise me
I own this irony
Tell me what I don’t want to hear
I’m dying to oppose you
High tide for shape shifting
Gotta keep the castles in the sand
No time for shaking hands
Laughing at half a man
If the shame won’t break his will what can?
What can ever become of him?
So I concede
I admit defeat
Okay you won
Damage is done
I guess it’s to be expected
When you confuse the means with the ends
You’re forever making amends
High tide for shape shifting
Gotta keep the castles in the sand
No time for shaking hands
Laughing at half a man
If the shame won’t break his will what can?
What can ever become of him?
(Okay you won damage is done)
I like to pretend I have a really talented friend who recorded this album as a gift. That's what it feels like; a gift from a stupidly close friend. sherryking