歌词：
Karate Unsolved

I'm still shaking off last night. I'm still trying to get this right. You know the morning seems to set mey head on fire. I know its a little late, but

Confidence-it drops like filth in bathroom stalls. Privacy-it leaks through un-completed walls. Forced by public failures, now you must recall. You have

So much simple summer strives to convince us of its pride, to unite all the locals and the details of a ride. Through a pastiche of painless principles

From hotels in the middle of the night I'm calling you out. To candles cling tentative flames, but they burn just the same, just in case you forget.

sold, before the hands have a chance to get cold, as an eyelash pries an hour from the schedules of the uninvolved. And your sills so-called insulation can only sigh at December Sundays, unsolved

Choked today on blank Tudor boldness as broken neighbours sucked through the seams of the shit they build with ostentatious walls. Smoked today, fifth