No Mask/Haze Coffin - Tigers Jaw

Spoken from the mouth of the forgettable one

Who am i told be told, who am I to tell?

I never thought of myself as unapproachable

But I am shaken, I am lost and forgotten

Spoken from the mouth of the regrettable one

My faults and failures, they follow like shadows

I woke up to your eyes and electric city signs

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You’ve mastered the art

Of pretending you’re something you’re not

Reeling from your words

They resound in my head

No distractions to make them stop

If I was smarter, I would know how to fix this

If I were stronger, I would say something more direct