Atlantic Wasteland - Don't Call Me Your Bud Lyrics

Tick-tock, tick-tock
You sit on the edge
Of your hotel bed
As your time ticks on and on, again and again
Does it run through your head
Does it make sense this time
Two kids and a wife
Are you really that surprised
Oh what on earth was your hope for this

I hope you never forget the way you felt that night
I hope the taste of these words will never leave your lips
I hope the load you carry never loses weight
But I hope this sickness will not be your final fate

Now you're deep
You're deep in the mess you've bred
And now you'll sleep
You'll sleep alone in an empty bed
Now you're left
With the shattered remains of a once happy home
Do you really enjoy
This makeshift hotel room you call your own

I hope you never forget the way you felt that night
I hope the taste of these words will never leave your lips
I hope the load you carry never loses weight
But I hope this sickness will not be your final fate

You've got a hole in your chest
So go and fill it up
You can pour the concrete
You can build your guard
But I'll crack you open so wide
And I'll drill your chest
Until I find your heart

Open wide, I know it's there
Face your sins, I know you're scared
But there is peace in admitting you were wrong
And if you want to find it, just know it's free

I hope the taste of these words will never leave your lips
I hope that one day you will knock down all your walls
You're not getting better if you're staying the same
What'll it be - hopeless or changed