Song | Sideswiped |
Artist | Astronauts, etc. |
Album | Sideswiped |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
half awake | |
with a mind full of clutter | |
under dressed | |
and i’m searching for cover | |
looking for skin in the bargain bins, but nothing seems to fit | |
if i can stay warm til i get back home, i’ll never steal again | |
every time i feel like i’m feeling all right | |
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
every time i feel like i’m feeling all right | |
i get sideswiped | |
all alone | |
with a big white canvas | |
paralyzed | |
by a fear of progress | |
every pen stroke, every pollock throw is a liability | |
i went broke when the words i chose were taken as a guarantee | |
every time i feel like i’m feeling all right | |
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
every time i feel like i’m feeling all right | |
i get sideswiped |
half awake | |
with a mind full of clutter | |
under dressed | |
and i' m searching for cover | |
looking for skin in the bargain bins, but nothing seems to fit | |
if i can stay warm til i get back home, i' ll never steal again | |
every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
i get sideswiped | |
all alone | |
with a big white canvas | |
paralyzed | |
by a fear of progress | |
every pen stroke, every pollock throw is a liability | |
i went broke when the words i chose were taken as a guarantee | |
every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
i get sideswiped |
half awake | |
with a mind full of clutter | |
under dressed | |
and i' m searching for cover | |
looking for skin in the bargain bins, but nothing seems to fit | |
if i can stay warm til i get back home, i' ll never steal again | |
every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
i get sideswiped | |
all alone | |
with a big white canvas | |
paralyzed | |
by a fear of progress | |
every pen stroke, every pollock throw is a liability | |
i went broke when the words i chose were taken as a guarantee | |
every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
i get sideswiped |