my hands aren’t as open as i remembered
and it’s not grown any easier now to breathe
like a cat i watched from the rafters
as it all came tumbling after
with the voice and tone of a pastor
shouting warnings of a disaster
but my head was divided, my ears wouldn’t bother to hear

and all the wooden floors i’ve spent a night upon
poison buds in spring allure a fawn
wish i could stay a bit longer but i just move on, oh

i just wanna feel something better than alright
i just want to sleep a little easier tonight
can you read the ending of a life?
is that too much?

rotting away like forgotten leftover thank-yous
hollowed out just to show me what i don't hold
empty people make the emptiest art
with my head on my knees and it still doesn't start
at the bottom of buses, in the back of a car
spilling into the sink with a chain on my heart, oh
i couldn't even be the loneliest person on earth

and all the kitchen floors i’ve watched you die upon
crawling back to lie on summer lawns
begging to stay in the warmth as the year marches on, oh

i just wanna feel something better than alright
i just want to sleep a little easier tonight
can i write the ending of my life?
is that too much?

it sets in when you’re young
when you haven’t made defenses
and glides from room to room
hiding in old boxes
hiding in newspapers
and you’ll never see it
just the trail that it leaves
on your arms

bridge is not a chairlift
ledge is not a slope
but we learn to make do as you do
bridge is not a chairlift
ledge is not a slope
but we learn to make do with the blues