| There are parts of me just stuck inside the grocery
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| In the produce aisle where the dead beats
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| Rustling trying to look busy but they’re high like me
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| There are parts of you, I see you argue with yourself and I think you’re crazy,
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| really
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| We’re both running out of days, I pray you get by like me
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| This is temporary, I just heard I’m gonna be a dad
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| South Dakota, every winter someone loses it
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| I’m lost without a single clue as to where I’m headed
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| I wait for her because without her I’m gonna sink
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| Would you marry me? |
| repeat repeat
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| There’s no clarity tomorrow
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| I’m not even trying to swat those demons away from me
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| Is it temporary? |
| I don’t think I want to be a dad
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| Nobody knew today would be the day he loses it
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| I’m lost without a single clue as to where I’m heading
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| I look for her because without her I’m going to sink
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| The snow is piling up, our temporary grid
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| It was just like this, this time last year
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| There’s nothing in the wind, just white up to the trees
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| And it’s been that way for eternity
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| The grocery, Elise, thirteen, was buried by your arrow
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| Steep shriek of the softball team, it rewinds me
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| Will you pray for me? |
| repent, repeat
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| I’m a clock and a balance beam
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| If I die there’s nothing I keep that reminds me
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| Microscopic specks of love being raptured to you
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| I heard a sound that was paranormal
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| Must’ve thought I had begged him to bury me
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| Bleeding out, better buy one to get one
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| The snow is piling up, our temporary grid
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| It was just like this, this time last year
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| There’s nothing in the wind, just white up to the trees
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| And it’s been that way for eternity
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| The time has come to abide by your folly
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| It’s so unusually bright for the scene
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| You are the blood in my blood, you pretender
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| It took your blood on my blood to believe |