P.S. Eliot - Tonight текст песни

brain on my sleeve, this abrupt mess that i get into


we go on all the time
maybe its hard today but its still better than the rest
when we're both so far away
i'm stuck with a depleted brain or a heart repressed
and i wish you were here with me
because i'd hide behind you shamelessly
atleast tonight


i said just stay a while
maybe you appear stoic or more stable than i could admit
florescent margins, we're born on edge
formally brain dead
we reside behind, forget ahead


you won't, you won't, you'll never say
what you're thinking about most everyday
and your function masks your sentiment
your laugh conceals your discontent