all the words from my neighbors' lungs
hang around my head
which is all beaten up and infested
you look at my hands: up and down so i put them in my pockets
i'm so tired i cannot sleep
we don't grow softly
disappear into the train stop
i will turn and spill my coffee and late that night:
we'll talk and all the while my head will hurt
tomorrow we will turn off our alarms and forget we did
tomorrow we will leap outside too unprotected
credits
from Helena,
released May 1, 2013
guitars by alex fatato and ben travers
words by alex fatato and ben travers
vocals by alex fatato
drums by jamie doran
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