Beaver Lake Songtext
von Bird Week

I understand if you spit right in my face
I would do the same thing if I was you
That′s what you want
A violent attack
But there's no coming back
No, I will go
And then you′ll see
The real inside of me
When I'm laid on the butcher's table
You won′t see shit
A hollow little shell
A stupid kid who don′t got no guts

And there are so many things I would say
If I was in a position to talk
But I can't weave my words the way you do
I forget the punctuation


Now that I′m here
I feel like I'm not free
I feel like I′m a stupid person
I can't do shit
I can′t maintain myself
I can't wake up and feel your body
I see myself
A hollow little shell
A stupid ugly jerk who don't shut up
And I get through
Through each and every day
By knowing someday I won′t be around

And there are so many things I won′t say
If I could stop myself from talking then
I'd take every single word from my brain and leave only punctuation
And there are so many things I have said
That I won′t get over till I am dead
And it echoes through every inch of my head
I really don't wanna be here