Meet me at my sinking southeast corner
Where I've buckled near the door
You know the one
We'll scratch our heads and sort of sew up
Where the sun shines
Is there more where this all came from?
All I know is I'll be folding slowly forward
'Til the moment, I'm not sure if I'll be
Fit to last a winter
Sifting instants in my crooked, swollen fingers
Minutes dripping through these
Cracks between the things all said and done
Leave me out, it won't be long before
I've lost my heart to rust
It's such a cruel momentum, after all
The price of patience paid in full
And the gruesome thing that
Peels my paint and fills my lungs
Is pulling me apart
And pulling me along
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(Pulling me along)
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How the claws of cool inertia coaxed me open
See how slow I've come unraveled
So verbose but breathing shallow
Finally humble
Show my stomach full of horrors
Hemorrhage thoughts as I hang honest
From these heels of all my plans
It's not as morbid as I thought
But I'm not fit to last a winter
Sifting instants in my crooked, swollen fingers
Minutes dripping through these
Cracks between the things all said and done
Leave me out, it won't be long before
I've lost my heart to rust
It's such a cruel momentum, after all
The price of patience paid in full
And the gruesome thing that
Peels my paint and fills my lungs
Is pulling me apart
And pulling me along
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah
So I'll take a jar of nothing
From that same old easy shelf
Where I keep all the stuff that
Keeps me off the stuff that used to help
Did I miss some sort of signal?
What's the difference if I did?
And how am I supposed to know
If I'm supposed to be convinced
That I'll be fit to last the winter?