Me, The Misser, The Late

歌詞

entry hundred forty-one me, the misser, the late miss years to make words of what I'm missing shame I'm shaking, a loss, a crap hung by heartwrack in the grasslands me, the pridest, the slack come through rain through window new approval seas a headrest, a home a peace having all my needies covered me, the hoper, the hole family leaver, shit repeater and a rancid grudge-hold entry hundred forty-one starts back when I dared God knock me down again not a single thing I've done meant a scrap changed the stance of anyone thought by now I'd left the barn but I'm scared the fields, and I'm scared the houses, I'm scared the millers yard.