Carthage Must Be Destroyed

歌詞

Forget the phone call it was just a fluke, Like some static running free in the air. The night was lonely, The cable was fucked. The wine in the glass left a ring. Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad. Lying around imagining the touch I never had. Who is the patron saint of aphasia? I had a speech once prepared and rehearsed, But forgot how to speak for a day. It's like an answer on the tip of your tongue, Where the words fall apart and decay. I tried to forget by laughing. I tried to forget by drinking. Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad. Lying around imagining the touch I never had. Who is the patron saint of dysphasia?