Scum Grief - Swingin Utters

I try to please them with my way most every day

I try to please you while I’m here wasting away

I’ll promise you a world so wide

Love replace my lies in time with truth, love

Access to exits everywhere far and away blueprints of passageways lest

I need an escape I need a way out of my life

Love some hidden path we take in stride, love

I’m always full of «woe is me» and I’m ashamed

Don’t want to spend my days as some Hippocratic slave

My field of vision’s blurred and blind

Love my drinks are always running dry, love

Cautious and apathetic, brutal and in blame

My life a straw house in the wake of hurricanes pray

You don’t upset me or mine, love don’t pity vague petty minds, love

Call me pathetic call me a bore

You don’t even take the time to call me anymore

So tired and tragic squalid and vain

Sometimes I swear I don’t even remember my name