Uhm...

TBA


Here I am, up on this stage
All prepared to spill my fucking guts!

Looking down at you, and slouching
'Cause this doesn't feel quite right

I want to look you in the eye
And let you speak, maybe deny
Maybe agree, and we'll survive
Together, not paralysed

By the same stupid fright
Of how we see each other
And how we see ourselves
When we cease to pretend

If I can't speak to you
Try speaking to me!

Try speaking to us all


Writer/s: TBA