Blueline Medic - Up Against the Fault lyrics

rate me

No call this morning

No sleep at all

Not getting any answers searching through telephones

Oh absence, take form

Half cold in a king size dawn

Breaking still despite the holding on

Someone tell me, what am I doing wrong?

Clothes I can throw away

Hair I can cut, strip or stain

Moods I promise to turn like corners and get out of my own way

But on what chance can this stand?

With what, half a heart in some desperate plan

I don't know who it is I'm up against

Someone tell me, where am I going wrong?

You're keeping me close and against and I think to a fault

I'll have to do something

Each blazing morning

Burns a little slow

Is there something need telling?

Some good that I'm not doing?

Provide some helpful point upon which I could fall

Or don't suggest anything

It's probably nothing

It's nothing if no one can see that there's anything wrong