The Dark Thing or what you may tell yourself by Elliot Pullen Lyrics

Sat down staying up at the kitchen table
Thinkin' 'bout every friend lost and unable
To see anything else quite like the average man does

Writin' down the names of every one of 'em lost
With a drag of cigarette and i's dotted t's crossed
Were stuck staying up till noon the next day

Ooooh the snows fallin' real hard now
Leftover tastes in our mouths are foul
Leanin' against each other in the soft light anyhow

Write down your fears on a piecе of poster paper
On a Thursday afternoon till thе lines are all blurred
Cover them up with the stars in your life then move on with your day

Stare into the mirror expecting something new
Standing straight and leaning over till your mind is confused
Fall down on the floor shed tears on the bathmat then go back inside