New Blue

Build our house
Then call it in
Hold the pills above my head
Dry my eyes up there instead
Until I come down
Just bury me there with it
(what a joke)
Put a wall through your bed
Hang me from my hands and cold feet

And brace myself
This is not what you want
I am ready for a slow walk home
Even if you're not

In another low
I just stand outside
Waiting for a punch-line
Or you
Is this really how you wanna live out your life?
(Drifting through the lines)
And if I ever come down
Bury me in sleep
Put your hands in my coat and lightly
Tell me to leave

Brace myself
This is not what you want
I am ready for a slow walk home
Even if you're not

Now when we talk
There's a taste in my mouth
So you can lie- oh God just spit it out
Now there's a space on your couch
(I'm dying for a joke, when did it get so serious?)
There's a space you can fill with someone else
While I back through the crowd into sirens
(I'm dying for a joke, how did it get so serious?)
With high hopes for violence
Wonder if it'd help

I am ready for a slow walk home
Now that I know
(Yeah, what a joke)