Letra da Música Up Against The Fault de 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 dont 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 dont suggest anything.
Its probably nothing,
its nothing if no one can see that theres anything wrong.