up against a fault lyrics – blueline medic

no call this morning, no sleep at all.
not getting any answers searching through telephones.
oh absence, take form.
half cold in a king size dawn.
breaking still despite the holding on.
someone tell me, what am i doing wrong?
clothes i can throw away, hair i can cut, strip or stain.
moods i promise to turn like corners
and get out of my own way but on what chance can this stand?
with that, half a heart in some desperate plan
i don’t know who it is i’m up against.
someone tell me, what am i doing wrong?
youre keeping me close and against and i think to a fault.
i’ll have to do something each blazing morning, burns a little slow.
is there something needs telling?
some good that i’m not doing?
provide some helpful point upon which i could fall
or don’t suggest anything.
its probably nothing,
its nothing if no one can see that there’s anything wrong.

/ blueline medic lyrics