The Dutch Are Practical, It's A Hub Lyrics - Singles - A Voice Like Rhetoric

Excuses and another i suppose 

I'll wait until it shuts off 

How am i not myself? 

This would be much faster 

How and i not myself? 

This could spell disaster 

The excuses i breath 

Are not only leaving 

They repeat 

Oh one on one 

How i miss you 

In a crowded room 

The same way they parley 

How and i not myself? 

This would be much faster 

How am i not myself? 

This could spell... 

The excuses i breath are not only leaving 

They repeat 

I need to get out! 

Profane etching on our bare walls 

With profanity sketched on blank walls 

Which only wait for an ill fated end 

I am swallowing every single word 

I'll escape by standing right where i am