The Holy Mess
Vacation
You still tasted still like vacation
Six weeks ashore without my medicine
These brittle bones have turned to limestone
There is no shaking it, there is no shaking it

Deep laceration
In my inspiration
Foundation shaken
By these thoughts I never have anymore

No resolution

Unsteady feeling when the legs go out
(you've got)
So far to fall with limbs that flail about
(don't stop)
And if you're thinking about hiding out
(hide out loud)
The autumn leaves are changing now
(we all are)

You still tasted still like vacation
Six weeks ashore without my medicine
Nothing could stop this relationship from sinking

Let's take it to the river
Let's take it to the river and drown

No resolution