Connells - Bust текст песни

Morning lands like aeroplanes wrecked inside my bed
Your favorite Teenage Fanclub song is knocking around my head
In fits and starts remembering the things I should regret
but I don't want to sanitize my thoughts just yet

These lessons in anatomy
This adolescent crush
This sod-it-all mentality
Anyhow, anyway, everything is coming up a bust

Afternoon's an open end boredom lines the shelves
I've got the time and half the time I'm not myselves
Nightime falls and Tall Boy calls
Patience running out
Claws and flaws and don't we all just muck about

This funny, runny part of me is boiling in the crust
and it's been spilling out of me

Anyhow, anyway, everything is coming up a bust