Wilbur Soot - Eulogy lyrics
William Patrick Spencer Gold
[Wilbur Soot - Eulogy lyrics]
You linger in doorways uncomfortably
It seems to me that always
You're about to leave
Roll corner bedsheets off my bed
Press eyeballs up against eyelids
The problem with being fucked
Like you hate it
Is it's hard not to be convinced
That I, eulogy, the world famous satire
Oh please, just let me live
Your fingers dig into my lap
Baptise your anger, then fall back to back
If I could rewind the time
I'd stay there in England
We'd have a glass of wine
And watch fatal car crash compilations
All I can see is wasted opportunity
All I can be is a diagram for desperation
Want to enjoy sad music
But, it's all with the same context
Words they weave and how they
Choose to use it
Someone else wronged the subject
I wish I'd be the one who's hurt indignantly
But, I can see the only one
Who's hurt someone is me
It seems to me that always
You're about to leave
Roll corner bedsheets off my bed
Press eyeballs up against eyelids
The problem with being fucked
Like you hate it
Is it's hard not to be convinced
That I, eulogy, the world famous satire
Oh please, just let me live
Your fingers dig into my lap
Baptise your anger, then fall back to back
If I could rewind the time
I'd stay there in England
We'd have a glass of wine
And watch fatal car crash compilations
All I can see is wasted opportunity
All I can be is a diagram for desperation
Want to enjoy sad music
But, it's all with the same context
Words they weave and how they
Choose to use it
Someone else wronged the subject
I wish I'd be the one who's hurt indignantly
But, I can see the only one
Who's hurt someone is me