Texty: The Union. Closer By The Second.

You sit and you moan about yourself
Expecting some kind of sympathy
The anger runs dry
Stamped out the fire behind your eyes
Nothing's changed

There's a breaking point you know
There's somewhere you just gotta stop
Wait for the weekend
Out to the pub again
There's a breaking point you know
And I'm getting closer by the second


You're like a crocodile snapping away at me
Trying to make me slip up
Really pointless
Unnecessary
Where has this self centred persona come from?


There's a breaking point you know
There's somewhere you just gotta stop
Wait for the weekend
Out to the pub again
There's a breaking point you know
And I'm getting closer by the second

My epic ambitions warped by your apathy

No limits
So faultless
What's with the malevolence?


There's a breaking point you know
There's somewhere you just gotta stop
Wait for the weekend
Out to the pub again
There's a breaking point you know
And I'm getting closer by the second


Many nights spent chasing your own tail
Can't quite find the right way
The path lays untouched
Waiting for you


There's a breaking point you know
There's somewhere you just gotta stop
Wait for the weekend
Out to the pub again
There's a breaking point you know
And I'm getting closer by the second