Letra de Gifts - Propagandhi

Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands
Staring at the window as the sunlight demands action
All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds

Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall
Spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall
But I'm as clueless as a drooling four year old

Still hoping I might find the capacity
To let you know I know you're lonely

So here's the last call for regrets
A final slow dance through
The days that we all hold on to

Here's the promises I've made
Tied too tight to undo
An unwrapped gift from me to you

Slightly insane on the 18 North Main
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Reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain
Nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today

Like "Hey, whatever happened to what's that guys' name?"
We get a little older and it looks the same, askance
Excuse my failing sense of humour

Still hoping I might find the capacity
To let you know that we're all lonely

So here's the last call for regrets
a final slow dance through
The days that we all hold on to

Here's the promises I've made
A razor blade and this broken piece of chain
A history left to rust out in the rain