Sunday Munich - Prozac | Текст песни

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• Sunday Munich
• Prozac

I am flush
Against the wall
Clutching my chest of secrets
And I am flush
With the pavement
Maybe that's why he walks all over me

It's my only space in this crowded place

Nothing calms me but that stinging
Quite like no other
Small pieces of mind
Misplaced over a line