Lyrics:

No TV

And Castelli’s

Gabbin’ on the radio

Good morning, Amelia

Are ya feeling the

Dawn damage fading in slow?

Consistent with missteps

And cigarettes

Smashed into a smolderin’ mound

You say you’re just off

Yer smoker’s cough

Sounding like you’re ran to the ground

With some down n’ outs

Getting what ya wanted the most

Not knowing what you needed now

Was slowly becoming a ghost

There’s no need to really scream n’ shout at me honey

Some lashings from the life you chose

Of merry-go-down

The ones that you call your friends

Have all clung to their dead ends

And tried their best to have you stuck in there with them

But the last thing you really need

Is a new reason to bleed

I don’t see what you mean when you claim to be clean again

The wounds that ya tried to treat

Left ya burnt out, broke n’ beat

And lonesome, just tryna make 2 ends meet

“Now, don’t you look at me”

“No, don’t you look at me”

I hear when you say it’s the way things have to be

The horror scenes

In-betweens

Hallowed alley grounds and graveyard burrows

Made up names

And phantom pains

Thought blocking feelings of since dead neuros

Amelia

You’re shoved to the

Place you hid and dared not make a sound

They’ve moved on

I wished it gone

Dropped n’ buried dead in the ground

With the down n’ outs

Ya got what ya wanted the most

Not knowing what you needed now

Has long since gave up the ghost

All I tried was to scream n’ shout about it honey

Stricken with a double dose

Of merry-go-down

O’ merry-go-down

O’ merry-go-down