Winter Anthem.

The asphalt is leaning on me like a mountain.
The pressure is building and I'm exhausted.
I know you know there is nowhere to go.
Knowing is trying; its not a secret.
I know you know there is nowhere to go.
I'm sleeping in a basement; it's cold and I'm dusty.
The pictures are hanging, they're on my walls like a guillotine.
I know you know there is nowhere.
Laying down here trying to think of nothing,
I know you know there is nowhere to go.

- Pygmy Lush "Asphalt"




I'm exhausted.