i wrote this song over the summer for an album that i never made. that album was the first thing i wrote since i'd gotten with tayler in may so there were a few references to her in the lyrics. this is the first one i wrote for that so it's the first time i mentioned her in a song. also i think she liked this song alot. i hope.
My mode of speech consists of mumbles dripping through yellow teeth
Made up of words containing frames but nothing underneath
These volts are static my spine needs
These images blur just like my concentration on these yellow goddamn leaves
And trusting everyone is something I'm less comfortable with
But it's a habit
Gruesome at best
I stitch my wounded hands, pack cuts with mud and wet cement
As her mouth leaves marks all on my chest
A piss pour attitude
To match my piss poor melody
Stumbling hands grasp hard for a coping that's abandoned me
These broken wings are nothing, a shallow metaphor for a better way to say that I'm still hating myself
So in songs of standing tall on scabbing knees on broken bones
I find myself a better form, less worn and needing sleep
The concrete pumps it's life into my feet and I'm dehydrated
Passing in and out of pausing scenes
And in piano keys and in the hollow body of guitars
I'll be reclusive in the strings
Just a broken headlight of a star
My buried friends
I'm at it once again
I'd better go, my fucking head won't stop
I'm dead before 16
I'm every record in between
Your favorite and your least
I'm the broken hopes of American dreams
I am the gashed wound on your head
Bleeding soft and still comforting red
I'm purgatory
I'm fucking purgatory
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