Starting to Choke

(альбом: Of Unsound Mind - 2019)

Haven't seen myself in such a long time... I think I'm alright?
Well, even when I'm heavy the world can be kind, so, I think I am alright, still

I've got it bad, I've got it bad
I've got it bad, too bad, so sad

Spent the summer of my seventeen on Herschel Street, now
All the world-weary, or the sleepy, or the angry, can't shake me no more, still

I feel them come, I feel them come
Can't find no one, can't find no one

And I will always choke, I'm a misfit with no mend, no, I speak with ballpoint
Pens, and I could tell you something you may not have known, no, still I don't listen to my

Self, myself, myself, myself, they say
You have got it bad, you have got it bad
You're impossible to get to know

We are all alone but still you should know:
You are here at home, and
We have got it bad, we have got it bad
We're impossible to get to know