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This may read like an epitaph, a commemorative telling on my behalf.
But before this thing gets dated and printed,
Weâre going to need a few more witnesses.
My eyes are weak, so I could never focus
On decisions that have left me hopeless.
Iâve chiseled my initials in the shovel
That Iâve been using to dig my own hole.
Driving faster in the wrong direction,
Convincing them this was expected.
Iâve lost my mirrors through the crashes,
So looking back just canât happen.
Living up to how we feel about ourselves:
One foot in the grave; one foot in our mouths.
When you hear those sirens, just know that theyâre for us.
Youâll know who we are by the mark on our sleeve,
In the shape of a heart that never could beat.
- Album:
- Stage Four
- Is Survived By
- Parting The Sea Between Brightness And Me
- ...To The Beat Of A Dead Horse
- Touché Amoré (Demo)
- Stage Four (Deluxe Edition)
- Displacement
- Skyscraper
- Rapture
- Palm Dreams
- Live at W.E.R.S.
- Whatever Nevermind
- …To the Beat of a Dead Horse
- Touché Amoré / Pianos Become the Teeth
- Touché Amoré / Pianos Become the Teeth Split
- Live On BBC 1 Vol. 2
- Gravity, Metaphorically
- Make Do and Mend / Touché Amoré
- Daytrotter Session
- Split