Weary Progress

Lyrics

It was a nervous little shudder I was thinking of my mother I was making up excuses I was sorry, sore, no intimacy Cradlecap and funny sports and thin I miss my daughter's breath What really sticks it in Are the cold spots in the bed Like everybody in the world I want to be misunderstood Likable, creepy Underrated, braggart Busy, really good It's weary progress I yell, I get frustrated, I scream Drunk brother painting bare rooms Christmas trees are scary things at 2 a.m and Foolish lips are all the way in Boston But they're sounding pretty good Like everybody in the world, I want to be Misunderstood Likable, creepy Underrated, braggart Busy, really good It's weary progress