Weary Progress Songtext
von New End Original

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.