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