Uploaded October 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago

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Bruises on my arms

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Band: Hot Mulligan Album: Single


Lyrics:
Sit on the floor
Set the trash by the door
Pile the dishes
A month in a room
Watching cars pass outside
From the couch every night
Where I’ve been sleeping
Way into the afternoon

The apartment stays clean I don’t touch anything unless I need it
I don’t want to move
Every day is the same
I prefer it that way
At least I’m used to it
Why go outside again

Unlock the door and stand in the hallway
Errands to run and calls that I should make
All I’ve got is busy work
Liquor stores and comic books

Can’t help but feel there’s something wrong with me
Hide in the house from friends that I should see
All I want is not to hurt
Cigarettes that always burn

I said I’d go for a walk
But had a beer in the shower
I lied about things I saw
I guess you should know

That I’m not feeling too good
Just be a person
And I’m afraid to go out now
What’s wrong with you
Don’t want to see anyone
Don’t be dramatic

I can see the street lights turning on
I stay up all night worrying
The windows never open
I can see the street lights turning on
I feel my arms get weaker
I’ll wait for warmer weather
I can see the street lights turning on

Unlock the door and stand in the hallway
Errands to run and calls that I should make
Can’t help but feel that there’s something wrong with me
Hide in the house from friends that I should see