Weary Progress lyrics

Artist New End Original
Album(s) Thriller

Lyrics

It was a nervous little shudder
I was thinking of my mother
I was making up excuses
I was sorry, sore, no intimacy
Cradlecap and funny sports and thin
I miss my daughter's breath
What really sticks it in
Are the cold spots in the bed

Like everybody in the world
I want to be misunderstood
Likable, creepy
Underrated, braggart
Busy, really good
It's weary progress

I yell, I get frustrated, I scream
Drunk brother painting bare rooms
Christmas trees are scary things at 2 a.m and
Foolish lips are all the way in boston
But they're sounding pretty good

Like everybody in the world, I want to be
Misunderstood
Likable, creepy
Underrated, braggart
Busy, really good
It's weary progress

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