Fervent for the Hunger
It's true that I'm a kinda complicated dame
I don't even know my original name
I've been changing the damn thing since I was younger
A kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger
And i'm a baptized, stylized, blue-collared boy
A poetry, rotary, expression of joy
Stitched up with sidewalks and time-clocks and rattling thunder
I'm a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger
When I dream, I dream in color
But I mostly do not dream
And I have seen god through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep
She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
I am starving but there's nothing here I can eat
It is true that I've tried on different faces before
Toiled over things I'm not responsible for
Captured by every philosophy, traveling wonder
I was a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger
And I'm a holy ghost, lamp post, poet of sorts
A rain drop machine shop radio source
Sutured with lip gloss and hot sauce, indian summers
Just a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger
When I dream, I dream in color
But I mostly do not dream
And I have seen god through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep
She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
I am starving but there's nothing here I can eat
It's true that i'm a kinda complicated dame
I don't even know my original name
I've been changing the damn thing since I was younger
I don't even know my original name
I've been changing the damn thing since I was younger
A kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger
And i'm a baptized, stylized, blue-collared boy
A poetry, rotary, expression of joy
Stitched up with sidewalks and time-clocks and rattling thunder
I'm a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger
When I dream, I dream in color
But I mostly do not dream
And I have seen god through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep
She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
I am starving but there's nothing here I can eat
It is true that I've tried on different faces before
Toiled over things I'm not responsible for
Captured by every philosophy, traveling wonder
I was a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger
And I'm a holy ghost, lamp post, poet of sorts
A rain drop machine shop radio source
Sutured with lip gloss and hot sauce, indian summers
Just a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger
When I dream, I dream in color
But I mostly do not dream
And I have seen god through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep
She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
I am starving but there's nothing here I can eat
It's true that i'm a kinda complicated dame
I don't even know my original name
I've been changing the damn thing since I was younger
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Bingham
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