bob mould
nemeses are laughing
When you're feeling empty Fragile, hungry and stoned Sweet cinnamon spice And then you're on your own  Retracing footsteps of my younger days Hold on, rearview mirror lies in the haze  A dark thought gets caught At the bottom of the sea It's all wrong, play along Would you be my enemy?  Hummingbirds are always Hours away from death The smell of deep depression And feathers on your breath  Nemeses are laughing There's nowhere left to go And everything's collapsing The world I used to know