Captured by the very talented, Kelsie McNair. (kelsiemcnair.bandcamp.com)
I was told of a dream from the moment I left- but I ain't had a dream in all these nights that I've slept. There's a stir in my mind where there used to be calm as if getting older has caused some sequence to stall -
So I think to my days when I was still in the ground - unexposed roots with unexposed doubts - Now slow up to the soil like a razor through glass; to prove all I am to ones that I've passed.
another year down, another line on my trunk
another day wasted, another night drunk
and the only thing keeping me free from my doubts: is the fear of dying's kept me more alive than living now
so when i drew that line in the sand there at night, by the morning it's lost - slowly eaten by tide. And the progress is left to repeat once again - as if left undisturbed is just the way that it's been.
And all that to say that we're just running our course - too old for the stage so the crowd finds the doors. Now quick down to the soil, like a razor through flesh - to prove all we were to the ones that we left.
another year down, another line on my trunk
another day wasted, another night drunk
and the only thing keeping me free from my doubts: is the fear of dying's kept me more alive than living now
are we all just wasting our time trying to turn this water to wine? saying it'll all be alright?
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