Lyrics Clay - Stand Atlantic

Clay

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