You were right when you said that I’d grow cold
As you shined in the mirror
You turned around and the look you gave to me
Made me feel like a child grown bitter
Like a story told too many times
Like a light in the attic
Like the silence coming through the night
I’ve become part of all of the static
Upon the bed I laid my head
Fell asleep with the light on
Time passed, an hour or a year
And I could hear the dreaming of the
Sleepers pushing towards the day
When I woke my head was full of smoke
And the light was still burning
I turned it off and I sank into the darkness
Of which I was a part; I felt nothing
I’ve worn thin the cities I’ve been in
I chase myself out of most towns
The time comes when a man ain’t welcome none
And he speaks but he makes not a sound
You can’t try to hide away
Between the sheets and sleep all day
To wake up with the moon
‘Cuz it’ll catch up to you soon
And you’ll find yourself without
A single thing to talk about
And you’ll try to sing but
You won’t find a tune
credits
from Muzzle Medicine EP,
released June 30, 2012
Evan Joyce: vocals, guitars, bass, percussion
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