It’s not that I don’t recall you at all
Or mean those savage things I sing down the phone
Dismembered memories of something bitter cold
The darkened heart of me is starting to resolve and wants to say:
There’s no one home
There’s no one home
There’s no one home, I’m fucking wasted
We’d feel the emptiness
If we could feel at all
Long pacified by the
Televisual war
On the mind
There’s no one home
There’s no one home
There’s no one home, I’m fucking wasted
credits
from Bailout!,
released June 8, 2013
Lyrics by K.P..
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