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All my reasons
Wrapped up in a blanket tucked in between us in the back seat
I swear the closer we got
The more time began to pass like concrete
Wrong turn on the interstate
It only took up seconds but It felt like hours
This time was yours
But in the moment i felt like it was both of ours
Still and steady breathing don't you hold a breath
Fingers crossed hoping your not laying face to face with death
God I know my negligence has cost you this
I knew way before you laid weak upon my chest
How I could i be so remiss
(Everyday is painted by the one before it
A color pallet of grey that varies your face as the window light hits it
Pictured perfect and the frame it sits in
Haloing glass glicins in eyes that fell short
Is this what you meant when you said always?
You've changed and flown away
And now that I'm better it's you and it's all the same
"You never fail too remind me that I'm all alone"
Where were you when I was sick)
I'm a back seat driver screaming are we getting close yet
Each and every pothole, rumble strip I'm worried you'll be beset
As you pulled forward to take a breath i wished that time could be reset
As we pulled into the parking lot
You grasped for air
Last kiss goodbye
I was hoping you'd come out just fine
All my reasons
Wrapped up in a blanket tucked in between us in the back seat
I swear the closer we got
The more time began to pass like concrete
Wrong turn on the interstate
It only took up seconds but it felt like hours
This time was yours
But in the moment i felt like it was both of ours
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Lack of Pigment
02:11
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Time passed and you're still sitting in the door way
Your cigarettes ashed
Watched the smoke from the ashtray
Go ahead
Say what you want to
Stop holding your breath
You're starting to turn blue
There's no purity
Truth hidden in a glare of inferiority
And of course ill keep my mouth shut
Cause I know I've said my part
I've said enough
You only ever insinuate
I've gotten lost in your paper trail
An attempt at conversation
A sigh to countervail
Time passed and you're still sitting in the door way
Your cigarettes ashed
Watched the smoke from the ashtray
Go ahead
Say what you want to
Stop holding your breath
Steady hands
Is this for purpose or are we just screaming to sleep again
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Your mood it swings right out the window
You're dragging this on but something tells me you want to let go
I can tell by the way you let your grasp slip slow
And how
When the room fills you build a new tone
And I'll lay down and fade within this conversation
We can sit and talk about things inane
Find more to contribute to this ruination
Could claim a calm like a passenger on a crashing plane
And how
Say what you want
You're slipping away
Find a flaw to flaunt
I'm out of things I could say
You're slipping away
Well I can tell by the way
I can tell by the way you let your grasp slip slow
And how
When the room fills you build a new tone
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If you could just hold on for a moment
Let me catch a second (Let me catch one)
Let me think of few more words worth spilling
Something well put together (Borrowed or better)
I could puke up so many infinitesimal sentences that would just come off track
Staring at someone i once knew with no life in their body to glimpse back
(Stuttering to make point)
I become so repetitive
Second thought constantly extinguishing the first before its finished
(Could things have been different?)
Flashes of good times spent are seized by that image
Standing with foreign bodies surrounding the room
Passing stuttered speeches with small jokes to illume
The wall of noise separates into silence and a single file line with a preacher as the centrifuge
(I know I have too)
Then comes the point we are supposed say something
(We all choke on these things)
I can never comprehend, not a second of it
It never feels real
As I hold cold crossed hands i stand and stare and come up with nothing
(Could things have been different
Had I said a few things right?)
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One-Third on the Right
02:32
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Well I could touch but I can't feel you
Sit and hope this ember burns right through
Wish to feel what's taken
But mostly only what's brand new
Scrape at what's left
I'm muddled up
Nothing much of me to reft
Find an excuse to collar up
I feel like a patient in the lung (I'm not moving)
What is left of a thought after it is hung (These times still change)
Face down in shallow dirty water trying to somehow see clear with a head caught up in yesteryear (I think I'm feeling what's brand new)
With conclusion pulled taut
I'm feeling tension in my own expressions
I feel sick at the feet of your confessions
I felt sick
I feel like a patient in the lung (I'm not moving)
What is left of a thought after it is hung (These times still change)
Face down in shallow dirty water trying to somehow see clear with a head caught up in yesteryear (I think I'm feeling what's brand new)
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Death never followed any other time you called
I didn't want to answer just to hear deceit in your tone
Passing out in between your words you slur that everything is now fine
It was the same everytime
Well how was I supposed to know?
You knew best and still adopted this plight
Taken by what you gave so much for
You wouldn't ever put up a fight
You're tripping over excuses
If you got so much better then where are you now
Beneath me but still hanging over my head
Did you feel pins and needles?
Was it like falling asleep?
In that moment I tried so hard to take back every ill word said
Well, Does dying hurt?
Or was it just like falling asleep?
Who was I to ignore (knowing you never) woke up in the first place
(But you acted like I never knew at all)
Slit throat, colliding cars
(It all happened apace)
Maybe you thought it might numb or stall
(Maybe you)
Maybe you
(Maybe you)
Death never followed any other time you called
I didn't want to answer just to hear deceit in your tone
Passing out in between your words you slur that everything is now fine
It was the same everytime
How was I supposed to know?
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