From the recording Tourist
Lyrics
you were fixing your face in the window of the 7/11
waiting on a caller
you were spinning in space encircling the glittery planets
rolling up a dollar
you were walking in place like in a sleep paralysis
seeking shelter from the voices
you were looking for grace in a hardened cityscape
where they just atomize the voiceless
skin and bones
you lost control
when no where's home
it's all in who you know
you were circling the drain as the morning came
wrapped in polypropylene
it was zero degrees and they were trashing your things
you said, those fuckers are so mean
and like a hurricane with all the blood on your legs
you said, I still feel her heartbeat
you've been praying to god and trying to stay clean
this never-ending fever dream
you're screaming cause no one hears
you trying not to explode
they cannibalize their fears
crawl back into your hole
you were calling your mom on your way to the behavioral clinic
to tell her you're okay
in your eleven years, how often have you thought of dying
you said, every single day
it doesn't feel like it, but I promise you kid
we just want you to feel safe
you held up both your wrists that had been stapled and stitched
and asked, do you got something for the pain?
something for the pain
do you got something for the pain
do you got something for the pain
do you got something for the pain
Skin and bones
You lost control
When nowhere's home
It's all in who you know