Storyville Portrait

carve a name into my lungs so I
can breathe each breath for you with my love inside and that's where I'll find her
with a portrait and binder
recording her nights work
never knowing {ah ah ah} the one she hurts.
the one she hurts
and that's where you'll find me
off the coast of cape agony drowning in pity
never knowing {ah ah}
I could fall asleep with that anchor tied to my feet.
the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down.
I know you I'm not dead yet.
take another look and watch me drown, drown.
perfect time for you to hold me down, down.
and that's where you'll find her.
no portrait or binder just diseases inside her.
never knowing {ah ah ah} the one she hurt.
the one she hurt.
and that's you'll find me.
where the beaches are ugly swimming in apathy.
never knowing. {ah ah}
I would rather be asleep with that anchor tied to me feet.
the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down
I know you I'm not dead yet.
dead yet.
dead, dead yet.
the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down.
I know you I'm not dead yet.
the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down.
I know you I'm not dead yet.
the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down.