I swear I haven't changed since then
but somedays I end up like this
confessing my sins on repeat,
To drink when I should be asleep
And I still push my knuckles into cement
To feel the best of my bones as they're slightly bent.
slightly skewed, slightly skinned, across this ground
It starts with the bottle, the binge and the break
All the words I couldn't fake
The comfort about staying at home
The things I speak when I'm alone
But I'm impatient and good times are on the waining
And i'm not waiting, I'm wanting, and taking
So lets just stick to this, my hand in your fist,
Slightly bent, but the break is worth the risk
to keep it all together
To the best of these years,
I can read the rings on the inside of my fingers
To cut and dissect the bedrooms I have lived in
To resent the taste would to be to say
That the thought of clean living doesn't still linger
but it starts with the bottle the binge and the break,
but I guess by now this is something I can fake
the comfort of being at home,
being comfortable enough to speak alone
Somedays I end up like this,
Confessing a lie to believe
Confessing my sins on repeat,
When the thought of clean living really fucking bothers me
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth
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