Hapworth Songtext

Flawed by design, and panaceas, all ineffective for me now
Ear to the door, no one can see us, eavesdropping children, deafening woe
Those building blocks, now set to tumble, and they always tumble

I regret speaking up tonight
As you endure one more apology
I can tell you're tired of dealing with me

Messed up again, slurred rambling, as I begin
To sell a world I can't buy, to just give up as we whine