Killer from Glass Moon by Balaclava

Sold out Sunday evening, have another round
Gonna shut my head off and I won't listen
Gonna wrap my fingers on the upper strings
Yeah I only hate this when you're watching
Yeah this place is basic just a couple spots
I don't pay attention yeah just give me money
Yeah you got your friends and yeah it's really tight
Another awesome night, Fuck
I'm so tired

See it's just waiting and I just gotta stand
Gotta put my hands up over my lips
I widen my lungs letting out a breath
Man, who do I think I am?
I stand so still I'm almost crying
Lean lopsided, pockets hold my hands
I could go outside and burn some paper and time
But if I walk down stairs, yeah, I betray my boredom
And I might get caught out there
And I'm afraid I'll have to talk
But maybe I'll see you, maybe then you'll dance
Gonna walk in holding some punk motherfucker
Even if I miss you, I'll just write it down
Gonna colour my brain until I write the picture

See me scrawl my message on your empty wall
Got pictures of you hanging up there too
Had a feeling I could just be what you want
but you undersold me now I'm getting over
See it's weird when we talk now you just seem like
A little girl laughing - automatic
Yeah I hug my friends and I tell them that I love them
But I ain't never did it to you till now
Got a few lines mended, lost what I was thinking
Bout my picture on your crowded wall
Gotta turn me into anything you want
But you got me out and now I'm hanging too much
I wanna go home, sleep and work on songs
Gonna write my feelings on a digital page

• Country
• bed
• Saint John