Mud from Mud by Sure, Machine

I’ll make this quick
I know you can’t stand when I’m sick
But there’s something inside and it begs to come out
And it claws its way right out of my mouth
And I say all the wrong things

My word is mud
Dissect the parts that make me up
Cause there’s something inside and I think that it’s bad
But you still stick around and wait for it to pass
And I know you won’t let me go

Well fuck it anyway, cause I’ll still cause you pain
And I want to be what you need
I want to be what you need

Fuck it anyway
I'll find a cure for pain
That'd be a start.

When you go I'll go away
Let you down, forget my name
Never find that cure for pain
I fail

• Alternative
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Cleveland