Big guitars. Huge drums. Whiney lyrics. Must be AltGrunge. Haha
Raincoats in the month of July
Funerals never hit me quite right
Feeling sick
Think I'd better lay down
Bed of roses
Make my stomach turn out
Abandoned as a child
I'll withdraw my name from this book
Where do I turn now?
I think I'd have a better look
The world spins down
As I harden my bitter heart
Rather I choke
Than vomit what I'm feeling right now