Up Against A Fault Lyrics

Blueline Medic Up Against A Fault

no call this morning
and no sleep at all
im not getting any answers searching through telephones
all absence, take form high score in a king size dorn
breaking still, despite the holding on
someone tell me what, what am i doing wrong

clothes i can throw away
hair i can cut, strip, or stain
moods that promise to turn right corners and get out of my own way