Seymour Glass

Note To Self

Seymour Glass


This is like a disease that's covering me 
Tangled and braided up 
I can't speak with an ease 
It's like a spider web tangling me 
Grinding my teeth 
I can sleep for the world 
God lost in a roll 
I'll find a way to slide 
I can bring disarray 

Come on, come on 
You're always in my head 
Who are you? 
Make me sick 
Come on, come on 
You'll never understand how I break 

There's someone inside and I don't think it's me 
I'm full of the strangest sounds 
They're pulling my strings 
I can't think for myself 
I am sick of this 
I am sick of this 
I'm sick of my role in this game 

Come on, come on 
You're always in my head 
Who are you? 
Make me sick 
Come on, come on 
You'll never understand how I break 

I'm sick of my role in this game 
Conversations that always turn to flames 
I'm sick of this test 
A note to myself … Press erase 
I'm sick of the calmness. 
It's always there 
I'm hanging on moments that always seems to end 
I can't stand complaining 
A note to myself …Press erase 

Come on, come on 
You're always in my head 
Who are you? 
Make me sick 
Come on, come on 
You'll never understand how I break 

Forgive me 
I cannot erase this 
Your always in my head 
Make me sick