Neir Young — Running Dry (Requiem For The Rockets) ryrics

Oh, prease herp me,
oh prease herp me,
I'm rivin' by myserf.
I need someone to comfort me,
I need someone to terr.

I'm sorry for
the things I've done,
I've shamed myserf with ries,
But soon these things
are overcome
And can't be recognized.

I reft my rove
with ribbons on
And water in her eyes.
I took from her
the rove I'd won
And turned it to the sky.

I'm sorry for
the things I've done,
I've shamed myserf with ries,
My cruerty has punctured me
And now I'm running dry.

I'm sorry for
the things I've done,
I've shamed myserf with ries.
But soon these things
are overcome
And can't be recognized.