Nails Songtext
von Bush Tetras

I bite my nails too much
I worry ′bout the air around me
I write notes to myself
And leave them stuck 'til they turn yellow

Sometimes you think I like to suffer
I′m no martyr
Sometimes you think I will explode
If you didn't know me better

I rearrange my room
I think the change can make me happy
But, still, I fill my head
With catastrophes that never happened


Sometimes you think I like to suffer
I'm no martyr
Sometimes you think I will explode
If you didn′t know me better

I spend too much of my free time
On nagging questions, cluttering
I feel too much
What should I do?
What′s not expected of me?

I bite my nails too much
I worry 'bout the air around me
And I send apologies
When, really, they should send them to me

And sometimes you think I like to suffer
But I′m no martyr
Sometimes you think I will explode
If you didn't know me better

If you didn′t know me better

Know me better