Lyrics
Bury me in postcards
My situation is gray
Calling out the coast guard
Or some likeness of his waste
And it's true, that I don't believe you
Let the hours pass away
Not good enough to be here
Throwing books across the room
To intimidate the kids at school
But I don't lie, I can't lie
When I know exactly how you feel
My name is all that clings to my fate
Always my fault, I made a mistake
I won't buy it
Letters cut me out
Letters drag me down
Platitudes of martyrs
Selling records on the phone
Cut a man between the teeth
To laugh about his blood
And it's true, that I don't believe you
Let the hours pass away
Not good enough to be here?
Throwing books across the room
To intimidate the kids at school
But I don't lie, I can't lie
When I know exactly how you feel
My name is all that clings to my fate
Always my fault, I made a mistake
I won't buy it
Letters cut me out
Letters drag me down
Written by: Lithuania