This World (Wasn’t Built for Me)
Four leaves down the line Singing songs from six feet Shove me into your dark vacant head My greatest weakness, my softest innocence Lies stabbed
February 27, 2021
Four leaves down the line Singing songs from six feet Shove me into your dark vacant head My greatest weakness, my softest innocence Lies stabbed
Quiet whales circle in the know And they’re matching in grey my intentions Only time knows where the future goes I think all alone As
A foot thrown over a Continental wall A borrowed shoulder and this began it all Never listened but you knew it all along Through a
In this my summer of solace It comes down to this Five storm fronts pin paralyzed My soul motionless Then like a swirl of diamonds
Quiet whales circle in the know And they’re matching in grey my intentions Only time knows where the future goes I think all alone As
Predawn Pulling songs from a shell Drawing blood from a five-star bar belle Weighing in pounds two wrongs that just may be right Smoothin’ it
Drive another mile Distance over pain Doesn’t it bug you the suburbs are all the same? Birds sit on the power lines whistling a dirge
She stood about five foot three In these ankh earrings Her eyes impressed a thousand lives Into mine Somehow I seem to know you Somehow
I cry about the day one of us dies Searching for butterflies In a dormhall with pornshop floors I cry about the day one of
You can paint anybody insane on a bad day Blame it on a tight pair of genes If it makes the guilt go away But