Carnival Carnivore - Blakfish

Fuck this

We’re all a bunch of pretentious pricks

If I was sober I dread to think

Who I’d fucking know where the fuck I’d drink

Being

In a

Hardcore band’s

Not cool

'Cause I’m not the worst

But I put my hands up first

'Cause I don’t know where I am

I swear to God I’m cursed

And in my moment of mental clarity my mind tells me

I don’t want the things I used to want

There’s a point to everything I’ve said

Well I think it’s that I’m not sure what to expect (expect, expect)

Next

Sweating in this waiting room

Where I once held my breath for you

Hours passed and I sat still bored

Next time it won’t happen

You can be assured

There’s a point to everything I’ve said

Well I think it is but I’m not sure what to expect (expect, expect)

Next

You’re so happy

Next time I’ll be yours

You’re so happy

Next time I won’t be so sure