Getting nowhere, I can't take it, I can't do this by myself.
No progression with this depression, don't know how to ask for help.
Too much time to think about you, how you stuck me in this cell.
Wanna show you consequences, welcome to my fucking hell.
Fuck you for making me feel this way. Couldn't control yourself? I think about it every day.
Was I somehow responsible? No way, no way. I was just a fucking kid, you took advantage of me.
I didn't know that it was up to me. Something you owned, it was my "responsibility."
I was blind at the time, but now I see. No one should feel this way, but why'd it have to be me?
Laying, weeping, never sleeping, no more energy to spare.
Can't stop thinking and it kills me that you know but you don't care.
If you've still got a gas station jacket hanging in your closet, you may love the '90s Olympia punk churn of Soggy Creep. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 10, 2017