Текст песни New End Original - Weary Progress

It was a nervous little shudder,
I was thinking of my mother,
I was making up excuses,
I was sorry, sore, no intimacy
Cradlecap and funny sports and thin
I miss my daughter's breath
What really sticks it in
are the cold spots in the bed

Like everybody in the world,
I want to be misunderstood
Likable, creepy,
underrated, braggart,
busy, really good
It's weary progress

I yell, I get frustrated, I scream
Drunk brother painting bare rooms
Christmas trees are scary things at 2 am and
foolish lips are all the way in Boston,
but they're sounding pretty good

Like everybody in the world, I want to be
misunderstood
Likable, creepy,
underrated, braggart,
busy, really good
It's weary progress