Green green green green grass
Blue blue blue blue glass
Answer when I ask, “Are you coming back with scars?”

Fist fight, full armor, aren’t I a charmer?
I don’t feel any warmer
Am I coming back from Mars?

Little blue planet
Gold pan of panic
Who has the bandwidth to wake up purified?

You suffer like it’s nothing
You suffer like it’s nothing
And I suffer like it’s nothing
And I take it on the chin, I take it on the chin
Every time

Don’t force my hand, don’t keep asking me to dance
we all know that you’re a man, like you said
That seems kind of desperate to me, but it’s your misery, it’s your winning streak

Blood full of spit, could I tell you the truth?
I can’t tell you apart in the dark
I take it in stride, your sweet slippery asides
Did you take me for a fight?

It don’t take much, it’s the Pennsylvania Dutch
Did you make that with your hands?
Did you make that with your hands?

Torn under bus tires
Hewn & wooden
No I couldn’t take this anger, lose my temper in your presence
It’s not worth it
Worth, I earned it

I was too tired to tell you to stop

Dishes in the garbage that wanted to be caught

I was unaware, staring at the fridge

You slammed the dishes on the table

And I've forgotten what she did

But I cannot look away from that ugly scene in my mind

In my mind, seven years

Seven years since I threw that fight

I was too lonesome to get you to go

No battle cry, but I do wine

Somehow you still don't know

I am such a fool, sitting on my hands

No matter how you liberalize you'll always keep your land

But I cannot look away from that ugly scene in my mind

In my mind, seven years

Seven years since I threw that fight

Tearing through a field

Soft shoe taps the ground

Couldn't take a loss

Tell to the cross

I was doing so well for so many years

It's a classic, domestic, summer event

I was caught off-guard in a darkened bar

I tried not to stare at your pretty hair

Whispered sentences that I should have said

In a locked bathroom to a shower head

Too much reticence, I'm intelligent enough to know that it's in my head

This insipid dread

Sort of contact sport

Sort of contraband

It's just too soon

I tell myself each afternoon

I'm not convinced, honest haven't seen him since

But I sit around and invite this shit

Sort of mourning band

Sort of language I don't understand

I make jokes

They're smash and grab, second hand smoke

And I do believe that this will not stop happening to me

Maybe if I keep talking myself through the play

Quit sulking, loose promise to stay

Chin-chucking relatives in other states

I'm nothing without what I need to say

I'm just a body

I'm just a body of water

I'm just a body

I'm just a body of water

Ride home from a party on 18th street

So much ceramic in your carseat

What of person doesn't own a thermos?

You say you like the weight, the feel

I can't really see the appeal

I hold one mug in each hand

As we exit the Dan Ryan

I'm sure this won't get too far

My paper bag is this car

I try to keep breathing

I make mean jokes for no good reason

You can drop me off right here

Probably shouldn't have had that last beer

Strange farewells as we pull onto the cross-street

Why did I ever bother sitting in the front seat?

It's gonna be a while until I find any blood

It's gonna be a while until I find any blood

Tell me when it starts to hurt

Maybe I'll do the right thing and stop

Maybe I will, but probably not.

I got a bruise inside my face

I got a bruise that ice won't brace

Hidden purple battle shade

Jealous bitch, soldier brave

But I'm not cloth, I forgot.

Be my ghost, be my ghost, baby, please.

Oh you don't, no you don't survive me.

When I push back the rock, you will rise, you will stalk.

And I'll say, "Stalk away, ghost of mine."

Sit and splay, pine away

Curse and cry, spook and spy

You and I

You and I, ghost of mine

I was there, looking up the mountainside

I was there when you said it was alive

It's not god burning through the anthracite

I'm over night, I'm overnight

We drove by a truck of bones in plain daylight

Just a pile, unconstrained, I went white

The takeoff made me cry, but I took it, tell me why

I didn't come here just to lie

I didn't come here just to try

My fear hooked my arm

Stole me from where I'd come

Left me for dead? Oh please, I can get up and leave

More champagne, no complaints, knees on tile, my suitcase

Dragging me through the streets.

My fear hooked my arm

Stole me from where I'd come

Left me for dead? Oh please, I can get up and leave

We wait in line some more

You are the quiet one now

You were an architect, once, I can tell

Waving on parade whenever I'm awake

Sleepless I'm unseen, I don't make mistakes

25 no kind advice that I won't take

We made all the same signs

Two sets at the same time

I mistook my loneliness for bravery

They come, stippled sighs, sheaves of life I leafed through on the train

I still suck on sweet and bland, I close my chest with two hands

Pressed up awake for miles of cumbersome humidity

Summer gets away from me, thank god

I remember my mom and what she said

Thoughts thread, I’ve long lain in this bed

I’ve seen most things

I need a peach branch, green for peace

Wick and raw, past your reach

Every word that bloomed in my mouth

Mixed so I can’t figure out

What hurts where, I need air

Pushed myself and fell to knock it free

Poured the life out of me

Can you see it long and lean?

I leave, reflecting hard, monuments to my incompetence in this car

Every time I get the chance to talk through our whole circumstance

Succumb to brackish dread and sweet insensitivity

Midwest winter brings out tooth and claw

In December I thawed too soon for you

Laid truth on ice, torched the proof

I’ve said most things

I need a peach branch, green for peace

Wick and raw, past your reach

Every word that bloomed in my mouth

Mixed so I can’t figure out

What hurts where, I need air

Pushed myself and fell to knock it free

Poured the life out of me

Can you see it long and lean?

Sick inside, it ebbs and flows like low tide

And I know what you are up against, future, past and present tense

But all the truth is maimed by me, the plainness of my empathy

Must be nice to just be living, honey I’m a talker and a wanter and a winner

I'm destroyed, ooo, your eyes, doe-wide in the deep dreams I hide

Concrete clots my chest and yet you scoop me up

I need a peach branch, green for peace

Wick and raw, past your reach

Every word that bloomed in my mouth

Mixed so I can’t figure out

What hurts where, I need air

Pushed myself and fell to knock it free

Poured the life out of me

Can you see it long and lean?