Expiry Date Songtext
von Thomston

Tragic
Am I moving backward?
I can′t tell these days
Am I losing touch or do I think too much?
Over-analyzing, I internalize everything these days

So I put my palms together
(I promise that I'll)
Put in all the effort
(Head in it all)
In spite of all the pressure
I walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy

Step out from the pile
(I promise that I)
Make this worth your while
(Head in it all)
Because I know that I,
I′ll walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy


Dried up
Nothing in the reservoir
I thirst these days
Put the blinders on until the thoughts are gone
And all the doubt vacates and gives my head some space
It's kind of hard these days

So I put my palms together
(I promise that I'll)
Put in all the effort
(Head in it all)
In spite of all the pressure
I walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy

Step out from the pile
(I promise that I)
Make this worth your while
(Head in it all)
Because I know that I,
I′ll walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy


If you put me on a shelf I won′t live long
If you say its temporary I'll be gone
All my fingernails picked until the ends
(Reaped and sewed, dry and old)
If I said I wash′t anxious, it's a lie
If I said the validations soothes my mind
Does that make me more human in your eyes?
Everybody has a date that they expire

Is it shameful that this keeps me up some nights
Knowing that if I don′t play my cards just right
Every part of this could vanish from my hands
Fingernails bitten to the ends