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ritual of GOODBYE

12/09/09

going home ain’t easy
when it ain’t home anymore
so much in-between-ing
don’t know what i’m looking for
wrecked the car on redbud
aiming for bee caves
where we once thought we were drowning
during our lake-dam-island phase

i can’t see the water
i can’t see the bridge
i can’t see the water
can’t even see the bridge

cause it’s swamp-thick-fog in texas
and the deer are out tonight
i swerve through cloud to miss them
but cloud stretches left and right

we could speak their language
fluently when we were kids
we could speak their language
back when we were little, kids.

i don’t wanna hurt a one
i don’t wanna hurt no one
i don’t wanna hurt a one
i don’t wanna hurt-

a one more night in texas
and we’re raising up the dead
reciting all the most
offensive things you said
you called me ‘wild child’
well, your child’s wild as well
she’ll break the greenest creature
sure as i will go to hell

we’ll swallow all your words for you
we’ll swallow all your words
we’ll swallow all your words for you
we’ll swallow all your words
we’ll swallow all your words for you
we’ll swallow all your words

that you’ll be better in our memories
than you ever really were

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