歌手:Katie Costello
专辑:《Lamplight》

Tiny raindrops salute gravity
The pavement smells like the taste of blood
I need to get out of here –even the trees are gilded
Smiles ooze of depression with no creative perks
I ’ve overstayed my welcome in this life
And it seems as though time won ’t tell you exactly what you ’d like
I ’ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind -
My sugarcoated mind
Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry?
Why can ’t I be the way I wish I liked?
I guess I have The Weirds
Which truth is true?And which real is real?
Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel?
I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad
Starring contests with eggshell-tinted walls
It ’s all that seems productive –you ’d be surprised
Procrastination Nation is where I ’ve learned to live
Turn on the tube,romanticized until you can ’t move
I ’ve overstayed my welcome in this life
And it seems as though time won ’t tell you exactly what you ’d like
I ’ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind -
My sugarcoated mind
Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry?
Why can ’t I love you the way I wish I liked?
I guess I have The Weirds
Which truth is true?And which real is real?
Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel?
I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad
Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry?
Why can ’t I love you more than what I ’d like?
I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad
Prisoner of the mind,trapped within the confines
Of self expectation,of obligation –
I guess I ’ll be just fine