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lyrics
Driving to Cranford
My boots lay asleep
On the dashboard
And If I can’t feel it
I promise I know that I love you
I’m sure that it’s
Terribly hard
To need me
how can
A baby suckle a promise?
And how many have I made?
While our milk still tastes the same?
And that’s why I won’t be here
In the morning
And it’s increasing hard to bear
Disaster and failure everywhere
And oh my god is it springtime?
I couldn’t tell
And my basement room
Is remarkably barren
And awful
But it’s not the floor nor the walls
But my lack of resolve
That confine me
And a crevice
is an open
field in the city
And hiding is
nothing more than a day dream
And I’ve chewed out all my bets
While I hold close to my chest
A yatesian fetish
For failing
And I tried to swallow you whole
And use our love as a source
Of some kind of perverted inspiration
And now I’m alone in my room
With the sheets in my bed
And they’re sick of my directionless pain
They want me to lay down
They want me to call to you but I won’t
And I air my shoes in the yard
And you watch me fumbling
Disgusted but you can’t scream
You just want to lay down
In a clean
And Crumbless bed
And there’s a black rubber band
Round' a coupon crucifix
I suffer
But I don’t bleed
I just want to lay down
They want me to call to you
They want me to call to you
But I won’t
because I can’t
And if I get better someday
That won’t be for anyone
And when I take my boots off one day
I’ll feel a sense of purpose
And when have a women someday
I’ll know that I’ve earned it
And if I get better someday
And feel a drive to purpose
and if I triumph someday
I’ll know
That I deserve it
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A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024