Self Service

Back to the start

The line isn’t drawn

Flags have folded

And they’ve all moved on

They’ve all moved on

Tell it straight

Draw me the way

I’ve got nothing to place

At end of day

It’s so crowded

There’s too many to breathe

Air sucked from the room

But we can’t stand to leave

It was never gonna be

It was never gonna be

Tell me a story

An anecdote to cure

The terminal lonely

Blue boys

Lost words

It’s so crowded

There’s too many to breathe

Air sucked from the room

But I can’t stand to leave

But they’ll never see

They’ll never see

I’ll never see