Songtexte:
Mark Lind Compulsive Fuck Up Ep

Bonus Track My face ain't pretty and the timing ain't right It seems every time we talk it starts up a fight You got a man you think loves you right

There's nothing I can say that ain't been said before There ain't nothing I can do to stand out from the crowd The wheels are turning now but they're

to do If you're looking for me I'll be right here on the outside, baby Living out my days in lonely exile One by one And it seems like I don't dream no more without waking up

Just a little love? We ain't so innocent These days people ask me what happened to my punk It was something I once believed in but it faded as I grew up