Morning Talk

Well it's all coming out tonight

As I sit back and sneer

We're talking about conflict

In big towns It's winter I fear

The music fell short

It pulls my attention far away from here

They're telling them they love them

You've hear it before, you're disgusted

The Boy, with the clothes is tugging at your (jeans)

Question your spirit as he hands you the kitchen keys

And at confession we rest as your patience is tested once more

The sick kid is clawing, staircase, bathroom floor

We've heard about years ago, let's not sweep for more

He's telling them he loves em, you've heard it before, you're disgusted

The Boy, with the clothes is tugging at your (jeans)

Question your spirit as he hands you the kitchen keys

The Boy, with clothes tugging at your (jeans)

He's calling for lunch now, attentions running out I'm gone

Call my own self

Call my own self

I don't have time till

Cure my own self

Cure my own self

I don't have time till

Call my own self

Cure my