Bellyaching
There's not a thing that you can do that's more frustrating
You're ageing, but that don't mean that you've got anything worth saying
Don't assume that it's okay now
Don't assume that there's a way out
Expectations are just as fragile as the sentiment they're laid in
You're wasted, spread eagle baby lying naked on the pavement
Don't you act like you've been cheated when you can't say what it is you needed
Ain't no sense left in discussing
Fuck you, you know we owe you nothing
The more you say it the less it seems that you really want to change it
We're just the face of who's displaced where all the rage is
Don't assume that it's okay now
Don't assume that there's a way out
Ain't no sense left in discussing
Fuck you, you know we owe you nothing
I've been missing a spark for hundreds of days
The point of decay is long gone
Have me sent on forward to the next same thing
Who do I hurt now?
I can't wait to find out
Who's gonna hurt me now?
I can't wait to find out
Who do I hurt now?
I can't wait to find out
Who's gonna hurt me now?
I can't wait
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015