Modest Mouse - Autumn Beds. Lyrics here: http://www.songlyrics.com/modest-mouse/autumn-beds-lyrics/
It's... ~okay.
Ish's Lullaby
He cradles me over and over, until my eyes start to cover
It's... ~okay.
Ish's Lullaby
He cradles me over and over, until my eyes start to cover
Humming my song, like he has done over and over
In my head, I simply recede
Until in my mind, I had nothing to heed
I just fall over, with no more to see
Something said sleep, and I had no choice but to agree
Only it was then when, I found myself in a dream
Before the cow jumped over the moon
And the dish ran away with the spoon
I would sing that soft tune
My voice would defy, as I looked myself through
I would sing and sing until I found a way out
I sang, forever and ever
Until I had no more breath to spout
My mind would come say hi
When I happen to hear a noise
Go check it out...
What's behind those doors...
What's behind those doors...
Harsh voices get louder
As I inch the door wide
As I inch the door wide
I see what is beyond me
I see what is inside
I see what I live with
I see how I'll die
I see her broken reflection
Buried beneath his red eyes
Leaving the scene
Secrets take to me
While the still sounds mount
I see what is inside
I see what I live with
I see how I'll die
I see her broken reflection
Buried beneath his red eyes
Leaving the scene
Secrets take to me
While the still sounds mount
Locked in my head
I'm left to recount
I'm left to recount
I was lost
Without anything that made me
Without anything that made me
I was lost
Without anything that made a family
Without anything that made a family
So to these childish endeavors
That I've forgotten how to forget
I remember you
When we used to drink and not think
Cheat, beat, and drift off to sleep
But when my mind turns to sponge
I wonder where I'll be
And I wonder what I'll see
I forget those lyrics to my soul
To this soothing tune, the way I used to foresee
The way back to me
Directions lost in the heat of battle
Giving new meaning to the phrase, slaying cattle
I close my eyes
And no longer see in front of me
I only hear that tune sung, by the newest draftee
They say memories hit hardest on the head
But I don't know, I grew up seeing a wide spread
Taking it to the floor, taking it on the bed
Taking it to the floor, taking it on the bed
Down and down the rabbit hole, I fled
To my closest family, I go, I go
I came as a surprise, I know, I know
But when I was left those so many times
There on the sidelines
It's when I ask have to ask
Am I even worth the rhyme
Or am I just here sometimes
I would eventually awake I know
To the results of them taking it slow
Empty ashtrays that would burn down our family
To the results of them taking it slow
Empty ashtrays that would burn down our family
Empty souls with no spirit left to flee
Always in the comfort of some other's bed
Always in the comfort of some other's bed
While I was left in misery
Left alone in front of the mirror
Living half my life behind closed eyes
Pulling myself together to hold back the cries
Busy hiding behind people holding me back
Leaving in flashing lights, off to spend the night
In some old, cold, whore-smelling shack
Where I have to cover my ears instead of shedding my eyes
Because of what I have to hear again
To turn off the reel of the fight
To turn off my shivers, from the cold and the fright
So I sing a tune, forever in my head
Playing over and over, but the connection is dead
My family was torn apart, all because of what was said
So I stay shut-up, forever in my room
Consumed with the same tune
Over and over
Until I was entombed, in a lie in which whom
I never knew if it was ho, hoe, or who
Because Mr. Santa Clause
I don't know you
And with a jolt of synergy
It came to me
I had awaken from my memory
And the next thing I knew
A sound broke through that melody
I just fell over
And I knew it was over
Something said sleep
So I just rolled over in the covers
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So it wasn't originally At All what I had in mind...but I just went with it. Thoughts?
The more I read it, the more I dislike. Balls.
The more I read it, the more I dislike. Balls.
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