Soft Shell Lyrics

Could there be a better way

For me to say that I'm feeling underwhelmed?

Can you tell?

I'm running out of attic space

To keep the sort of real disgrace I can't sell

Half as well



Would you say if this is what you want?

Or if you'll just take whatever comes your way



I think I'm out of similes

I think they're out of sympathy

I can see it

“Don't tell.”

Be careful what you say to me

The slightest shit might make me bleed

Oh well, soft shell



Would you say if this is what you want?

Or if you'll just take whatever comes



I don't feel any closer

You take, but you don't ever need

Far still, from a feeling of closure

Yet in the end you're only what you eat



Could there be a better way?