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We could blame it on our hands,
They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it. Or
we could blame it on our bodies,
they say, âWe like the way we feel
when we get touched.â
Youâve got your fingers snared in my veins,
I think itâs time you pulled them out.
And I donât care about the flesh itâll tear,
it isnât flesh that Iâm worried about.
We held a match to keep our sight on the path but the flame gave up and we lost it.
And Iâve knelt for the last three years trying to find it back with the blackened matchstick.
Today Iâm not afraid of failure.
âThe past is a flower.
The future: the snow.â
I wasnât ever close to perfect, but
I didnât let you go.
You let your doubt like a river lead you
on and on and on and
you will never get back to save what you had, hear me promise, âI will
bury your problems in me so sleep soundly.â
I held your heart in my fingers now itâs
gone, itâs gone, itâs gone and
you will never admit that you bid the wind blow the flames out
And buried the coals in the sea.
You tricked me.
You came back and you brought floods
wearing a necklace made of hearts that youâd dragged through the mud.
I guess I wasnât quite sure what to do.
But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it. Said,
âDarling, youâre the only one on Earth I want to have it.â
But now Iâm not so sure that that was true,
after the hell you put it through.
But there was no sharp pain this time,
just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine.
An unshakeable absence,
like most of my insides crawled out through my mouth and went west. But thatâs fine.
We cast our hearts in plaster.
We imagined our bodies were fashioned from stone but
they chipped at the brick and the mortar,
We found out that weâre only layers of skin hiding bone.
And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rainâtheyâre going to snap when the weight shifts.
You moved like a fire through the forest.
Youâre hands were as red as the skin on your lips.
Youâd been flirting with distance, princess,
I tasted its spit in your kiss.
Oh, mistress, know:
Today I will bury the flames of your failure.
The past is a liar, the future: a whore.
Iâll lay your bones into the earth and you
will haunt my head no more.
We could blame it on our hands, but
it was our mouths that opened up to swallow and
our heads that commanded us drink.
But as I buried your flames in the dirt,
I watched the smoke pull your ghost from the grave. And
I fear theyâll only lay in wait till we are face to face again.
Just when I said, âIâm movingâIâm moving on.â
I felt them come to life again.
There are fires that tear through valleys and make dust from grass.
There are wiresâbound in blue light they pull us to the past.
We are tired. We shouldâve known from the start that this thing wouldnât last.
- Album:
- Wildlife
- Never Come Undone (Split)
- Here Hear III (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Rooms Of The Houses
- Thirteen
- Tiny Dots
- Rooms of the House
- Vancouver
- Soundsupply La Dispute Tour Drop
- Paste Sampler 134
- Daytrotter Session
- A Comp for Mom
- BBC Maida Vale Session 2014
- For Mayor in Splitsville - Single
- Stay Happy There - Single
- Stay Happy There
- Whatever Nevermind
- Searching For A Pulse/The Worth Of The World
- Searching For A Pulse / The Worth Of The World