Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
An obvous display of feelings that have dissipated
And I don't have a clue where to start
You wouldn't let me near you, so I settled for the fear that
You'd be happy with me six feet in the ground
I will crash when your mood defeats me
Circle of trash swirls around beneath me
I feel paralyzed most every time you come around to meet me
Stuck in a place that I don't remember
Was it Sunday or last November
I feel paralyzed most every time you come around to meet me
Emotions vaporize, they disappear before my eyes
I wish for things that sadly have come true
So if I tried to make it right, and if I found my appetite
I'd eat away at all the pain I seem to bring to you