This Month
by Swamp Thing· from The Youth Is Sick
The street shines like a mirror,
Reflecting every fault in my eyes.
Who can smile in April?
If I ever stop trying, I'll be deaf.
Whenever I stop trying, oh God I'm fucking deaf.
If I close my eyes am I still breathing?
My lungs are burning.
I'm not expecting too much more.
My lungs are burning.
Who can live in April?