I lick my thumb and index finger,
To separate two pages stuck together,
Clinging to a broken spine and six months overdue
Can’t tear it out,
Or turn it over,
A staring contest with a piece of paper,
I’m tired of anxiously waiting for nothing,
While losing this endless race inside my head
You came with me to the Real Friends show,
So I wouldn’t be alone,
You held my glasses so I could dance to,
Songs I know that you hate,
But I held you during Hebron,
And wiped your tears away,
This still runs through my head every single day
Evoke the past,
What’s conjured up inside,
Dig up the last year,
It’s buried me alive,
Let it out,
Let it go,
Detach and move forward,
I’m sick of staring at the same page,
Rereading tragedies and feeling sorry for myself
You’re just like your old red capo,
Gripped tightly around my neck,
And I’ve been coughing up smoke,
To get numb and forget,
I wonder if you feel alone,
Is emptiness what the future holds?
Evoke the past,
What’s conjured up inside,
Dig up the last year,
It’s buried me alive,
Let it out,
Let it go,
Detach and move forward,
I’m sick of staring at the same page,
Rereading tragedies and feeling sorry for myself.
credits
from Something To Hold On To,
released July 28, 2014
Huge thanks to Janine Plantilla for mastering the album for us.
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