Big Man
George Holman
The devil is onto you
I heard the crying in the middle of the night
And you know what the weather’s like around here
And you know too well
I’ll be going down to the dirt they breathe
The bullfinch in the garden is growing up to be me
With a noose around my feet
Glowing ropes
So cut me down or don’t
When I look in the mirror
Big man
Big man
Floating in the sea water is a lake full of fake places that won't take
How many times have i come to this equation of technicality?
I hate my songs
I don’t think they’ll ever be good enough
I’m not okay
