Comfort Lyrics - Singles - Matthew Ryan

I was sitting in hell's kitchen 

Contemplating murder 

Contemplating murder 

Contemplating the great escape 

When you walked in 

Looking like crap but satisfied 

I swear that you looked satisfied 

And I hated you for that 

Well, someone once said 

If you never look back 

Then you'll never regret, nothing 

Oh, but nothing 

Has got a way of sneakin' up 

Well, I know you did not ask 

But I've got some comfort to offer 

Nothing very good or bad ever lasts 

Well, the bum that slipped underneath the fridge 

Like a phantom card, we call him happiness 

And all that happiness is a miserable son of a bitch 

Now the kitchen's getting crowded 

And the band is really loud 

And there's a fat man saying he's my friend 

Well, hey, man, if you're my friend 

Will you spot me a drink? 

And the couple in the corner 

They're the reason why I hate rock and roll 

'Cause rock and roll is dead, is dead, is dead 

Well, I know you did not ask 

But I've got some comfort to offer 

Nothing very good or bad ever lasts