These Grey Days
Eight Legs Lyrics

I've been short of logic so
My reasoning abilities are lacking, which is why I find myself passed out on this cold and hard patio floor.

I'm passed out on the patio, this cold and stony floor.
I am laying on the patio ground, without consciousness, which is almost palpable due to the cold and hard surface.

And I've been here before. 12 times,
I have experienced a similar situation twelve times before, which makes me feel low and pathetic.

I'm slime and I've got one thing on my mind.
I consider myself a low-life who can only think of a single, base thing.

You're on my mind.
My thoughts constantly revolve around you.

Well she will sit and talk to me
She will have conversations with me, which gives me a glimpse of hope.

But that's not quite enough for me.
However, that is not enough to truly satisfy my desires.

I'll send a nasty text,
In frustration, I will send a vulgar message to her to show my displeasure.

To show I'm not impressed.
I want to convey my lack of admiration, for some reason or another.

She won't comply with the one thing on my mind,
She refuses to meet my base desires and it frustrates me.

Something in my brain
There is something inside my brain that affects my behavior.

And that explains the way that I behave.
This explains my actions and conduct.

Need not feel ashamed.
I don't need to feel ashamed of my feelings or actions.

These grey days.
These dull and gloomy days.

I've been to a party so
I went to a party and ended up passed out on the patio at your house.

And I've been here before. 12 times,
Repeating the same thing for the twelfth time, I feel despondent and pointless.

It's on my mind.
My thoughts are focused on a singular, base desire.

Wish we hadn't changed.
I regret the changes that have happened between us.

Wish we hadn't kissed good bye to those old days.
I regret that we have parted ways from those old days.

Wished we stayed there safe.
I wish we remained in that comfortable and secure place together.

It's days like these that will put me on my knees.
These unfortunate and despairing days bring me to my knees in defeat.

Alone with you with nothing to do.
Being with you alone, where there is nothing else to do, puts me in a desperate place.

We're lost again for something to say.
We are at a loss for words once again, unsure of what to say.

Although it's wrong we'll carry on pretending.
Even though it's not real, we'll continue to pretend.

The highs the lows the too's and fro's.
The ups and downs, back and forth of our relationship.

You'll come and go, but never know
You will leave and return, but never truly understand.

That this absurd four letter word means nothing.
The meaningless nature of this ambiguous four-letter word.

I roam the streets in pouring rain,
Walking through the rain-soaked streets, aimlessly.

The alcohol won't ease the pain.
Even alcohol fails to numb the emotional pain.

The image in the mirror frame is breaking.
The reflection in the mirror is cracking, symbolizing a fragmented sense of self-image.

I know I'm strange, I know I've changed
I realize I'm different and have transformed in some way.

I'm being brave for no ones sake.
I am trying to be courageous for the sake of it, not for anyone else.

I've got two legs so I can run away.
I can run away at any time since I have two legs and the ability to do so.

And stop.
But ultimately, I stop and don't actually go anywhere.

At the end of the day it makes no difference what I say.
Nothing I say will make any significant difference in the outcome of our situation.

We both know that you'll always get your way.
We both understand that you will always come out on top.

Is there a hole in your head?
Do you not understand what I am saying?

Did you not hear what I just said?
Have you not listened to my words?

No matter what you will always get your way.
Despite everything, you will always get what you want.

at the end of the day I lack the will to escape,
In the end, I cannot bring myself to leave or change the situation.

We both know I've nothing left to give.
We both understand that I have nothing more to offer.

Is there something in your mind
Is there something that bothers you internally?

That makes it so hard to be kind?
Something that makes it challenging to be considerate or empathetic?

Dull or floored I'm insecure.
I feel uncertain and lack confidence, even when everything seems unchanging or monotonous.

It's clear to me that we've grown forward.
It's evident to me that we have moved ahead and changed.

I've got no faith in friendship anymore.
I no longer trust the concept of friendship.

It makes me dumb, it makes me shake.
It dulls my senses and makes me tremble with uncertainty.

My sense of feel has gone away.
I have lost my ability to sense things, both physically and emotionally.

As if your take will knock me out of shape.
Your actions make me feel like I'm losing myself or losing my normal functioning.

I'm uninspired and full of doubt
I am completely lacking in inspiration and full of uncertainty.

But these grey days might sort me out
These gloomy days may help clear my mind and find some clarity.

And put some colour back into the world.
This may bring some vibrancy and energy back into my life.

She won't comply with the one thing on my mind
She refuses to engage in the one base act that I crave the most.

These grey days.
These dull and gloomy days.