Текст: Polar Bear Club. Heart Attack At Thirty.

Don't try and sound right, just hope your honest and trust you'll end up somewhere
That girl that made you promise she says, try not to care
I don't know if I'm good, and everyone knows it.
You ever feel you were meant to be alone? because I saw a play
and and a character said that he was destined to never feel at home

Don't go. Tonight I'm looking for salt in a snow globe
Because what I had is slipping fast. Dr. Howe, Please call back.
I'm not sleeping and, I don't care I'm singing loud but no one hears
I'll wake up tomorrow and still feel wrong
I'm not sleeping and, I don't care I'm singing loud but no one hears
I'll wake up tomorrow and still feel wrong for these days

What good am I to anyone like this? It's been a hard couple months I'll admit
But after tonight I'm not so convinced that I'm wrong
I feel at ease with my lows, and I'll take it. Lord knows I'll take it.
Tonight they're explainable, far from extraneous.

Always expecting, I seldom discover or turn flaws into questions.
Great questions of the times.
I guess I'm an artist whose confines brought him luck
Choked by second guessing but I know that's not enough