Bob (Live in PDX)

Bob (Live in PDX) - The Gits

Awaken in a state it's not my own

The only thing that's real

Is that amongst these walls

I whisper to a fear that sleeps in my soul

Weighting on my conscience but I think I know

It hurts me to be angry

Kills me to be kind

But my only torment

Is my own disguise

Waiting on these favors they only come to show

There's not much in them for you to hold

Awaken to the sudden fact that I've

Simply wasted chances but I'm not yet to die

Waiting for my temperament to calm

Well maybe they can't hear the crap behind these eyes

It hurts me to be angry

Kills me to be kind

But my only torment

Is my own disguise

Waiting on the favors they only come to show

There's not much in them for you to hold

It starts to become something

I can't touch but you can feel

But there's something else surrounding me

It's not easy to see

Awaken to the only chance I've got

Hide behind these walls

I look through the cracks

I see the same mistakes that I once made

All that I can tell you there is a price to pay

It hurts me to be angry

Kills me to be kind

But my only torment

Is my own disguise

Waiting on these favors they only come to show

There's not much in them for you to hold

It starts to become something

I can't touch but you can feel

But there's something else surrounding me

It's not easy to see

It hurts me to be angry

Kills me to be kind

But my only torment

Is my own disguise

Waiting on these favors they only come to show

There's not much in them at all