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Churchfire
05:00
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She is a football star
She makes everybody laugh so hard
She can't see me, but I'm right here
All her friends are on the football squad
They walk slow around the school like gods
They can't see me, but I'm right here
I can't get clean because I'm a fucking church fire
I cut my teeth on little pieces of barbed wire
She can't see me, but I'm alright
I can't breathe, but I'm alright
She is a true prom king
She wins absolutely everything
She can't see me, but I'm right here
It's no good because I'm a crashing airplane
I find a way to fuck up every good thing
She can't see me, but I'm okay
She's all I need, but I'm okay
I can't breathe, but I'm okay
She's all I need, but I'm okay
She dates the cutest girls
But they're not half as cute as her
She can't see me, but I'm right here
I don't care because I'm a fucking church fire
I spend my days trying not to tear out my insides
She can't see me, but I'm alright
She's all I need, but I'm alright
I can't fucking breathe, but I'm alright
She can't love me, but I'm alright
(I'm pumpkin rot, you're a blood clot church fire
We come together and it's god, god, god, goddamn
Just enough to pull their silly heads apart
Just enough to get through those first five days)
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Prone To
03:59
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She's the sky swallowing a bird
A fatal childbirth
I'm Lazarus returned
She's a stone marking what once was
A nameless marble bust
I rest at her cold touch
Taught to count my accomplishments,
I've become skeptical of sin
Only her belief makes sense
Tired of being separate things,
We put on our magic rings
I watch her become a queen
The hallway light's on
I walk out and see a city made of terrible things
And know that I'm not anything at all
I still have nights where I'm in that room praying that it all doesn't fall
But she stops the dark and shaking
And she holds my hand when I get too close
She's the sky swallowing the Earth
A murder in reverse
I'm nothing if I'm not hers
She's a ghost living in my house
The music brings her out
I kiss her phantom mouth
Prone to wonder
Prone to wander, God
She's the truth swallowing my hurt
I'm an orphan child returned to its parents in the dirt
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Coloured Glass
03:46
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I wrote my name backward and read it out loud
It still felt the same, still made that awful sound
I hate that sound
Feels like my head is October, each leaf a passing note
They pile up like an organ, pushing music through my throat
I make friendly conversation so I don't feel alone
But I don't talk about what I might know
And I try not to think about what I don't
I break apart when you see me waking up like colored glass
You smile soft like an open window, morning blooming from your laugh
Water's pouring from the stone now, your voice is a holy staff
Dark red sound interrupting the black
Your quiet whisper telling me to come back
I was terrified and angry when you found me in our room
You tried holding me together but I unfolded like a wound
You cut your palm like we were brothers and we both howled at the moon
I never really, truly prayed before you
But now everything we say comes true
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