Lyric Biscuit Barrel F.M.R
Wrap me up and seal me in cause I don t wanna see
The fallen rubble I m standing in, it all breaks down to me
Have I dug the hole too deep?
I m down too low, too low to sleep
I threw you down like a piece of shit
But now I find I stand in it
The one to blame, is sitting here
Telling you his awful fears, telling you his awful fears
I drove to town the other day
I hated myself all the way, hated myself all the way
All I wanted was a big stone wall to plow my way through let s say no more
Don t worry yourself, I m not that daft, I couldn t throw down, down that shaft
I know what I ve lost, and it s not my mind, it s my biscuit barrel true and kind
Biscuit barrel true and kind
So wrap me up and seal me in cause I don t wanna see
I d ask someone close to help but I know it s down to me
It s the same old problem, the same old song
You don t know what you got until what you got is gone
I tried to tell you what I was thinking
I don t even know myself
The one to blame, is sitting here
Telling you his awful fears, telling you his awful fears
I drove to town the other day, I hated myself all the way
I said "I hated myself all the way, all the way"
I know what I ve lost, and it s not my mind, it s my biscuit barrel true and kind
Biscuit barrel true and kind
The fallen rubble I m standing in, it all breaks down to me
Have I dug the hole too deep?
I m down too low, too low to sleep
I threw you down like a piece of shit
But now I find I stand in it
The one to blame, is sitting here
Telling you his awful fears, telling you his awful fears
I drove to town the other day
I hated myself all the way, hated myself all the way
All I wanted was a big stone wall to plow my way through let s say no more
Don t worry yourself, I m not that daft, I couldn t throw down, down that shaft
I know what I ve lost, and it s not my mind, it s my biscuit barrel true and kind
Biscuit barrel true and kind
So wrap me up and seal me in cause I don t wanna see
I d ask someone close to help but I know it s down to me
It s the same old problem, the same old song
You don t know what you got until what you got is gone
I tried to tell you what I was thinking
I don t even know myself
The one to blame, is sitting here
Telling you his awful fears, telling you his awful fears
I drove to town the other day, I hated myself all the way
I said "I hated myself all the way, all the way"
I know what I ve lost, and it s not my mind, it s my biscuit barrel true and kind
Biscuit barrel true and kind