Derma Lyrics

This is nothing

This is everything

It's conditional

It's contextual

It's a removal

Of everything

Crucial

I can't stand

On my own

Two feet

Sudden defeat

Save your pity for me

Give me your time

You'll get your receipt

I've got your reasons

I've got your reasons

I've got your reasons

Right here

I've got your reasons

I've got your reasons

I've got your reasons

Right here

Being incapacitated

Is revealing instead

Of feeling just like

You are dead

I'm invalidated

I'm useless in bed

this is my second chance

To pretend that I'm hated

Save your pity for me

Give me your time

Does it give your the creeps

You've got excuses

You've got excuses

You've got excuses

Right here

You've got excuses

You've got excuses

You've got excuses

Right here

Save your pity for me

Give me a sign

Why don't I feel so complete

I've got excuses

I've got excuses

I've got excuses

Right here

I've got excuses

I've got excuses

I've got excuses

Right here