Lyrics

In a small little world in a version of love
You are no more to me than an imaginative soul
Romantically you get on my nerves
Hanging on for dear

Seems that my spleen it was splitting apart
I tripped out
I was picking at my sore to peek at my guts

Yes I’m wilting
Yes I’m wilting
Yes I’m wilting
Yes I’m wilting
Wilting wilting wilting yeah

Why I am wilting?
Can we make it?
Even with
This burnt out bridge
That crumbles to pieces
And I run with my voice
And vision of choice
Cause I’m
tired of waiting
To say what I ought to be saying
To counter the forces in my mind
It raises the point that U don’t have
Waste your time trying to save mine

Cause I’m wilting
Yes I’m wilting
Yes I’m wilting
wilting wilting wilting yeah

Why I am wilting?
Can we make it?
Even with
This burnt out dream
That falls from our graces
And I’ll wither slowly I wither


It seems that I ran out of luck
And my wheels
They seem to be turning as much
And I’m flat on my back
In this hole and it seems
Yes it seems to be so warm and dry

Cause I’m wilting
Yes I’m wilting

Disguised as a priest
Armed with a voice smothered in wisdom

Like a rat on crack
I am about to at