We Came As Dirt - Nervous Grief

You took a year with nervous grief
Living out of a plastic bag
Running with scissors
You took a year

Living out of a plastic bag
Crazy with nervous grief

Now the music means less and the songs are spent
Faith in reason is gone
Alive and crazy with nervous grief
Now the past means nothing and the songs are spent
Alive and crazy

To the kid in the bathroom with the panic attack
To the father in the hallway with the gun in his hand
Have patience
You're never going back

Written by:
Wim Wim

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