Peel the label off my beer.
Follow cracks in the concrete floor.
Sink my crooked teeth into my hand
Til the whole thing's sore.
You throw rocks like you don't see them bruise me.
You talk loudly when you know I'm at the party,
So I will hear what you say.
I'll walk home alone in the rain,
Catch hail in the cuffs of my jeans.
Dry off on the vent in the bathroom.
Fall asleep with my head on the edge of the tub,
Torn Upland and Pepsi labels
Wet and rotting in the pocket of my sweater while I dream.
You throw rocks like you don't see them bruise me.
You play songs with your band you wrote about me
And watch me squirm in the back of the room
Then you watch me go.
A perfect album filled with autobiographical songwriting that mutates into poetry and exposes the magic and the garbage sewn beneath the skin of daily life and acutely human experiences. A true gem. grinchmas
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