DESCRIPTION:
Calcutta Bazaar - "sounds like a lark" from the s/t 7"

lyrics:
This is a perfect situation.
It's 3am and i'm armed with black coffee and insecurities.
Which now made their way up to the surface.
Their ugly face has come to suck the life from me.
This is me.
Mood swings.
Clumsy.
and at times childish.
It's easy to see my traits won't slow.
and that i'm in for the long run.
This is no praise as we both know.
It was already broke when you found it.
and i'm rarely worth the tension.
I'm rarely worth the mention.
Night brings a fucked up repetition.
Get used to it and order one more black coffee.
Stay close to me.
Sorry for another lame Neil Diamond reference.
But there is no red wine here cigarettes are key.
Yes this is me.
Contradicting and cynical at best.
Liar, you said my traits don't show.
Well did i mention i'm a failure.
I had a heart til it fell out.
It was careless unprotected.
The sleeve's an awful place to leave it.
See my sleeve's still barring the impression.
Keep it discrete cause if this leaks out i won't have an option to recover.
Friend take the wheel.
Hell take my job i was never good at leading.
I'm sure you'll love playing captain.
I'm fucking over playing captain.