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Slow down this is slippin' through my mind,
This conversation has run out of time.
Honey I know you know what I mean,
And that's the one thing that you soon will find.
I know that you really wanna go,
My mind is runnin' outta gas just relax,
And recap, and relapse.
Tonight, my bodies jumpin' and I,
Go through the motions and I'm leaving on this journey,
Maybe someday I'll come running home to you.
I don't wanna see the day, my words cannot make it safe.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
Her heart in my hands, it's too bad, no regrets...
I don't wanna see the day, her tears are falling on my grave.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
This is my one chance to take back, no regrets...

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she's got dead cells and dead eyes, i wonder which are easier to revive.
the conversation floats on i fall behind like every friday night.
the rest telegraph their moves, sloppy setups for a second kiss.
she leaves the room like her lunch leaves her stomach.
stranger love from stranger's lips.

parties don't end
half way in,
no matter how bad she wants them to.

her self=concious wrists
crack to a bad play list,
in the beirut room.

and she's got 'live free or die' on her thigh,
but i've got a tv screen, with the all-seeing-eye on mine.


parties don't end
half way in,
but no one'll notice if you go outside,
lay down and die alone

broken bones meet broken hearts, she's got so many reasons to leave
but cosmic hope puts its hand on her shoulder as her nose begins to bleed
half-hearted hugs on the porch, decay neon by dawn.
her favorite song in the background, she left her voicemail notifications on
but no body tells them to call.

your heart is firework with a short fuse, i've [only] got so many fingers to lose
i've got marks on my hands but if he's coming back, well then that's cool whatever, man.

a firework with a short fuse, i've been counting the days until you
and your hospital hangovers tear us apart with the house party fires that you start.

credits

from how to scare dogs // new harm, released June 3, 2016
'super grave desu-crator' originally by LizRd Women
backing vocals by david lee fiddler
engineering by david lee fiddler
teaching dylan to use a tremolo effect by david lee fiddler

thanks dave! i love tremolos now!!

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