Wish I could write songs about anything other than death
I can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breasts
Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs
Spilling my guts, sweat on a microphone
Breaking my voice whenever I'm alone with you
Can't talk, isn't this weather nice? Are you're okay?
Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?
Sprinter, learning to wait
Marathon running, my ankles are sprained
Marathon running, my ankles are sprained


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