pulled under from wishmonger by wishmonger

promises just out of reach
and now im grinding down my teeth
and the outlook seems so weak

and you know i hate my voice
but ive got no other choice
its my only outlet

and my legs all turned to rubber
storms coming and i know i better run for cover
or get pulled under

like a cat locked up in a house
ive been chasing the same old mouse
always hoping for someone else

and im up all night with the chills
and i just dont have the will
cause its kill or be killed

and my brain all turned to rubber
i got these thoughts and theyve got me smothered
and my legs all turned to rubber
i cant stop dreaming better run for cover
or get pulled under

and my legs all turned to rubber
storms coming and i know i better run for cover
and my brain all turned to rubber
ive got these thoughts
and theyve got me smothered

• Alternative
• acoustic
• emo
• indie
• suicide pop
• New York