Clay - Stand Atlantic

Oh I, I’m vibrant as an ashtray

Still better than I have been

Falling over my skin

To keep the dust from settling

Oh well, I can feed into the fire

No fury, no desire

Bending with the wind

That I keep to fuel the apathy

I’m restless to the point where I’m stuck

Stop saving your words

And hit where it hurts

I hear you speak and I’m biting my tongue

I’m feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head

I take for a taste

To throw it away, to throw it away

Hit me where it hurts

Sometimes I roll back into old ways

Where I stir and misbehave

Holding onto my skin

To keep the rust from crawling in

Some nights I sleep in crowded hallways

At least that’s what it feels like, ignoring all the voices

It’s sweet, but they don’t need it fake

Stop saving your words

And hit where it hurts

I hear you speak and I’m biting my tongue

I’m feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head

I take for a taste

To throw it away, to throw it away

Hit me where it hurts

Mould me like clay

To a shape that’s not the same

Nothing more to say

(Nothing more to say)

Stop saving your words

And hit where it hurts

I hear you speak and I’m biting my tongue

I’m feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head

I take for a taste

To throw it away, to throw it away

Hit me where it hurts