It Must Be A Pain

Branwen

She's a grape vine burner

Who needs a parking lot live in murderer

Self medicated by the smell of storm

I'd have a blade left in my gut and they would say I'm armed

How come every champion rather lose instead?

He wins the game but loses life when ego fills his head

Hand to hand combat never works

When right beside you lay the weapons of the universe

Check it five times then I close the hatch

She spoke the language of the world into the voided black

I know, well we know, that you won’t stay long

'Cause you're better than most but you hold your tongue

The rain turns to snow every time you're gone

Oh, it must be a pain living this stuck up

So be grateful, at least, when you waste my time

Still, I'm thankful, at least, that you're wasting mine

Why breathe when I'm able to choke on words?

But they bounce from her face and they land in the dirt

Carried to the cemetery, I could tell she’s still alive

Wood, soot, dirt

Block her body from our 9 to 5

I could be the mercenary, you could be the better guy

He could not flirt

With the image of an other side

Blood on my brain, broke through my skull

Giving back life to the animals

Strawberry colour on feathery coats

I'm the shoe box, you cannot tip toe

I told you, I meant it

And that’s why I said it

I can’t be much clearer than that, don’t you get it? Damn

I know, well we know, that you won’t stay long

'Cause you're better than most but you hold your tongue

The rain turns to snow every time you're gone

Oh, it must be a pain living this stuck up

So be grateful, at least, when you waste my time

Still, I'm thankful, at least, that you're wasting mine

Why breathe when I'm able to choke on words?

But they bounce from her face and they land in the dirt

Just about 20 feet down in the well, I rest

I sport a smile stuck forever with this shell in my head

He dips down to my mouth to see what I had said

As I breathed once again they could hear me cry

I know, well we know, that you won’t stay long

'Cause you're better than most but you hold your tongue

The rain turns to snow every time you're gone

Oh, it must be a pain living this stuck up

I know, well we know, that you won’t stay long

'Cause you're better than most but you hold your tongue

The rain turns to snow every time you're gone

Oh, it must be a pain living this stuck up

So be grateful, at least, when you waste my time

Still, I'm thankful, at least, that you're wasting mine

Why breathe when I'm able to choke on words?

But they bounce from her face and they land in the dirt