The Slanderous Clientele — No Fun At All

Looking across the room and I can't respire I got to get out so maybe I should set a fire Holding my tongue and waiting for the perfect reason It's hard when your nerves are down for the season

This all time low it's everything I never wanted Redundant show, they're nagging a hole in my beautiful head This all time low is everything to the slanderous clientele

Shaking a hand and mumbling that it's a pleasure The faces I see are vague and hard to remember Talking of this and that but it's going nowhere They're saying the same words over and over and over