I climbed the nearest mountain
And could not get down
Probably shouldnt have
But i did just in case
I Should have just slept in
Would have been better that way
Encase myself in the comfort
And the the misery
Secretly, I made my escape
I want to, to leave my mistakes
Forget all, at the top of the mountain
All of my, covered in the dirt
Past regrets, for no one to see
They eat away, don't dig them up
When i see your face, just think what could have been
Between you and me
But I don't want to.
Will you take it from me
Wipe the dirt from my face, with your own filthy hands
Filled with regret.
The Mud reaches around me
Will the depths of agony drown me (Drown me)
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017