1. |
An Intro
01:33
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2. |
Turning My Insides Out
03:37
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I've been picking myself apart from the start of this
Replacing all the bad bits with something hopeful
I've given up on retracing steps, you and I both know where they end
In the hands of a laborer, a heart of a lover
It's been forever since I've felt comfortable
Head of restlessness, fist swinging consequences
How did I ever let myself get away from me
I swear I'm nothing like my father was
You're nothing like you promised me you were
maybe we're all just taking baby steps
Mine are so much smaller than the others
Was I cursed to live like this forever
I was born with this need to believe that I mean something to somebody else
When I'm constantly stretching and reaching for reasoning
That I don't need but desperately want
In the hands of a laborer, a heart of a lover
It's been forever since I've felt comfortable
Head of restlessness, fist swinging consequences
How did I ever let myself get away from me
Fragile skeleton
Think skin to cover
I've been building up these walls since forever
In this head of restlessness, fist swinging consequences
How did I ever let myself get away from me
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3. |
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Ask me about your eyes again
I'm just drunk enough to answer these sort of questions
I've been numbing the pain and killing my brain
Trying to forget about this
I'll curl up on the floor again
Honestly I haven't slept in my own bed in months
I often wake up with a sore back
But I guess that's my own fault
I'll play this off as casual
But this past week of drinking and sitcoms has got to me
No, I can't believe
Whenever I am starting to feel anything
It's a bad joke
and the universe is tugging at my stings
Let me get some sleep
Before I say something else embarrassing
She says "What about my eyes, that makes you feel the way you do tonight."
I guess I've just been trapped with myself for too long
What about last week
When you were calling me at 2:30 in the morning
I might as well be speaking in tongues because You'll never get it
Forget it
I'll play this off as casual
Next time I see your face
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4. |
Wayfinder
03:37
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This dirt under my feet feels just like home to me
If I could I would walk for an eternity
When my soles begin to bleed I will give up on everything
Let the elements turn me into what I used to be
I'll let my headphones drown out the nature
I don't care to hear the happy melodies
that the birds will sing
I can't see the horizon
But I can feel it's weight crushing down heavily
I will sleep beneath these stars and trees
If I am lucky the earth will swallow me - whole
I am the black sheep a creep it's unnerving to think
that maybe it's all I'll ever be
If I were to speak metaphorically
I'm a star imploding billions of light years away from anything
The darkness and blackness
Will encroach the territory I once lit while I was vaporizing
Will anyone notice this empty void
I have left behind
I will sleep beneath these stars and trees
If I am lucky the earth will swallow me - whole
Become bones
I want to feel the cold embrace of the soil, wash over my skin
let me sink in and let me go
Become bones
This dirt is my home
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5. |
Odds and Ends
02:58
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Passed out to the silence of this old house
The down tempo of the beating under my ribs
Rip me open and see how the gears turn and spin
I'll admit it I'm not quite used to this
I find myself constantly reminiscing
Unsure of where to begin. All that's left of me is odds and ends
Do you remember on our old street we were 13
Selfless and innocent
Reflections show a face that I don't know selfish and belligerent
Claim to be a realist but the fact is I'm tired and never want to make a change
Rearrange what others say to hear exactly what I need
I'm passed out to the silence of this old house
My thinned blood and numb limbs they seem to help
You want to help me out, help me out
I made this bed I guess this is where I'll lay
I'll pray
To nothing
For something
To change
I'm passed out to the silence of this old house
My thinned blood and numb limbs they seem to help
You want to help me out, help me out
I made this bed I guess this is where I'll lay
Passed out to the silence of this old house
The down tempo of the beating under my ribs
Rip me open and see how the gears turn and spin
How the gears turn and spin
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