Weird Beard by Nouns Lyrics

Send space back into my head/somewhere i can fit/a green hill, down rollin' bottle/should i take it or leave me alone

I'll back that fucker into a corner
I'll carve the space into his head

Too much is fed up with you/you changes every other day/so whoever you is today, i hope you fit in nicely

Buzzards flying all around/shitty pretty things//I met a junkie I fed the junkie I killed a junkie I am the junkie

Still in bed with my habits, same old bed I shared with fayeleigh

Ah, fuck it/ let the good times roll
'til I can myself feel whole