LYRICS

I've never been in love

I've never seen the light of day

With your silver thumb

Breaks me when you call anyway

Step into the light

Rip the flowers from your grave

It's so industrialized

You break China when you say

I've gone and blown away

Tie that ribbon tight

Repeating words from your father

Hey, keep those plastic knives

From back where you got them

And when you make the news

Make sure to tell it like it is

They'll keep on forcing you

So remember what you said today

I've gone and blown away

It'll bite you, it'll rip you

It'll take you for a spin

I don't want to, cause I don't like to

I'll sink before I swim

It gets so silly when you

Learn to talk before you're grown

It'll bite and then you'll learn to

Take chances of your own

I've killed a thousand doves

Made back what I left in wake

Down in a dozen pubs

Told stories so they let me stay

Against a ringing phone

Stole coins until I made the pay

It all just materialized

Way back before I heard you say

I've gone and blown away

Cufk tish sips

You have learned to take it well

Though you have such thoughts to tell

Captured in a burning swell

So how do I break this spell

Come with me, come with me

Show the way, I'm on it

I'm on a stage but I don't wanna

The dripping faucet go away

I have run out of things to say

I have run too far to care

But I hear such movement there

My locket my locket

Breathes in waves

So keep it tucked far away

You'll never have to

Blow out the candle every night

Or cut your wrist with every fight

My breathing my breathing

Is slow to start

Its beating my heavy heart

Is a shallow grave that

Likes to sit and laugh at every throne

Cut the daisies and try to grow on your own

No no no

Come with me, come with me

Show the way, I'm on it

I'm on a stage but I don't wanna

The dripping faucet go away

I have run out of things to say

Your chapstick is all scented with wine

The old wax has dripped and melted with mine

Your strawberries have clogged up the drain

Talk is cheap when you're beat and you're feeling the same

Woah you're in debt to me I know it well

You think you trapped me but I've got you

And I love the smell

And you'll get to me for just a spell

You think you're eating but I'm feeding

So I'll ring the bell

You cut your hair behind dusty blinds

And the mirrors left nothing to find

My pictures have all flung from your fridge

Blown away not a say

When we cross that old bridge

Woah you're in debt to me I know it well

You think you trapped me but I've got you

And I love the smell

And you'll get to me for just a spell

You think you're eating but I'm feeding

So I'll ring the bell

I won't let you

I will let you

Woah you're in debt to me I know it well

You think you trapped me but I've got you

And I love the smell

And you'll get to me for just a spell

You think you're eating but I'm feeding

So I'll ring the bell

Why hell there's a dozen different salt and pepper shakers to choose from

And I like to impose candlewicks in all of them

And place them in a sort of circle séance beside my door

When warm bleached breaths come my way I'm frozen in the way of thick attire

And can't seem to find the right sub note on my attractors stuck in the closet to you

To you I'm draped in cotton

I've seen piss covered sheets with even the tiniest dog hair lyrics

And not a smidge of song or reaction on any one of them

To explain why I turned down a thousand carnival rides just to sit by

And watch you sell cotton candy

Hell I know in an earth with more frizzy unwashed cardigans there rose tailored fickle ties

I can't interpret the weaves in a basket

I can't speak for the has been or the yellow belly in wood chimes

It gets exhilarating the fat chance in my gullet

And it's scraping through my imperfection

I laugh and dream and cry a million

I fed and bled and tried a million

Just to get inside your door

Just a peek inside your door

Just to get inside your door

I burned a locket with two picture portraits from different novelists

Dreaming of the perfect summertime lover

Transcribed on your birthstone was the perfect bullshit to curate your sly remark

The perfect crook in your Rocky Mountain nose

I lay with the words you have transcribed inside my head

The laughs I hear in bathrooms and office hallways where the floor has two tiles to your birthright

And the right call to spit in your certain method

And oh how the broom handles slide perfectly into door handles

And when you start to walk with one two red color rain boots

I cry the perfect song of gladness stolen from the pinstripe two time radio

Bigfoot was walking by with two toes in his mouth

And seven fingers in his teeth

While settler evangelists tried to write that down

He couldn't sit still and roared and whined until they just wrote a dozen words that ended in voided

I laugh and dream and cry a million

I fed and bled and tried a million

Just to get inside your door

Just a peek inside your door

Just to get inside your door

You know when beards are trimmed and December rolls off the tongue

That everybody's got their straight cheekbones set

And perfect whistle blowing chimes to call all apartments in

They just don't nail them to street posts anymore

It is not a fable

We paid twelve dollars and two chickens with hell they're plastered on neon billboards now

And me I fly a sputtering plane overhead with my favorite nine digits scrawled upon it

And no one can read my handwriting from thirty feet up

So I decorate with frozen cookie icing

And try again anyway

There is no toll in the tiger's breath in our conversations under the bed

I spied your journal under white shawls

And saw you peeking out from the river

And standing in the lake

And that's when I kissed your hand

you play with dolls and tin cars too

just to prove your youth, you'll shout about it

you packed your bags that camera too

just to find a better view you'll roam

you wear your coat with the winter blues

while summer speaks the truth you gloat about it

i bought your shoes, tied your laces too

all of this for you, now you're on your own

so drink up all your drinks

smoke up all your things

when you're at home

read up on your books

take up one good look

you're not alone

eat up all your kinks

think of what you think

when you're at home

be a better cook

rest upon your nook

you're not alone