Album: Catch Without Arms

Bug Eyes

Bring back those good ol' days.
Nothing feels right, nothing ever goes my way...
I threw my future away.
Now I walk alone out here in the cold
wandering astray...
where is my future?
I'm gonna need a home.
You'd expect the same now wouldn't you...
wouldn't you.
Your journey back to birth is haunting you...
haunting you.
Your departure from the earth is haunting you...
haunting you.
Only those who accept will find acceptance in return.
We have been trimmed down like hedges
and told just to sit and wilt
and spit at each other from a distance.
There is a constant resistance from you.
I'm gonna need a home.
You'd expect the same now wouldn't you...
wouldn't you.
It's been ten years strong...
that's much to long.
It's time to something good for my health.
It's time to do something good for myself.
I've wasted all this time.