Letra Sharp little pieces Bob Mould

Sharp little pieces

Sharp little pieces that infiltrate and settle in my skin
The tug of a suture, the rhythm of stretching myself thin

I look for distraction, the misery makes me feel alive
I need to stay motivated, I need all the help I can find

Are you heading to the demonstration? Eyes are open wide
Be the martyr of a generation, I tried

I tried smoothing edges with my stone
I beat myself up, now I’m left alone
In the shadow of hopelessness
Worn to the core, down to the essence

We run to the river to clean our souls
We pack in the plaster to fill those holes
The chasms and valleys and waterfalls
The deepest erosion

Young child full of inspiration, story never told
Deep bruise, one manipulation and they send you home

In the back seat of a taxi
Where it all went wrong (How could it go so wrong?)
They abuse you if they choose to
Innocence is gone (Why did you wait so long)

No rescue, no protect you
While they wreck you down (How could it go so wrong?)
They forget you, disconnect you
Keep your shame inside