Weary Progress Songtext
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It was a nervous little shudder
I was thinking of my mother
I was making up excuses
I was sorry, sore, no intimacy

Cradle cap and fun is skin and thin
I miss my daughter′s breath
What really sticks it in
Like cold spots in the bed

Like everybody in the world
I want to be misunderstood
Like a creepy underrated brat
Is busy really good?
It's weary progress
It′s weary progress


I yell, I get frustrated
I scream drunk brother
Painting bare rooms
Christmas tree too scary

Things are too early
I'm a fool, it's up to

All in Boston and her son in Greenwich

Good like everybody in the world
I want to be misunderstood
Like a creepy underrated brat
Is busy really good?

It′s weary progress
It′s weary progress
It's weary progress
It′s weary progress
It's weary, weary progress