[Lyrics Bad Books - Holding Down the Laughter]
Styrofoam cup of mud in my good hand,
Disembodied voice of God in the trash can
Eyes in the ashes, feeling for the future
Sleeping through the steak-out, researching the rumor

My old motor and mattress of memories
First you were embarrassed, but how could you not be
Tangled in teenage mum at the movies
Your voice ran out out of words
It was awkward and homey

Gospel in your belly, they aim a little lower
Back into the bleachers, Spoke as it's owner
Sindicate a sermon you sang from the raptors
Anchors in you pockets, holding down the laughter

Tearing up your mind, your lust and your ego
Slingshot a martyr to speed your libido
Perish grows to jelly, blissful and wasted
Your fish knew I consult them pictures of you naked?

You're complicating your worst mixed messes
You built them burned to bridge
And scattered all your crumbs at the cliff
She wants me, she'll swim for it

Brother, can you spare your arms or your arrows?
Thunder clap's arising, I think that I should
Go home

To the days when, back barns, it melts me
Nineteen-ninety-six and your waiting there to tell me
I didn't die, you dreamt it, you dreamt it
I'm as alive as your backward intentions
Sorry that I tricked you, you had to focus
Put yourself together, clear out, you got this

But for all that effort
The slow burned struggle
I forgot where you live

She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now
She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now
She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now
She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now
Remembering

She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now
She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now
She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now
She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now
Remembering

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