Pulp

"More weight" shouts Giles Corey
We all remember that heroic story
But now he's just another Puritan
In your head, trying to do you in

Everything in the world is wrong; every single thing is disgusting
Everything little fuckup feels like death
The weight on your body is absolutely crushing
Every little pebble, destroying this flesh —
Till the juices run out crystal clear
Imperfection is a band around your chest
Every crack and twist appears
Every flaw is magnified and manifest
But if you do everything exactly right
Maybe you'll be allowed to rest

"More weight" shouts your internalized Corey
We remember him as the hero of the story
But now he's just another Puritan
In your head, trying to do you in

You remember having friends
You remember being willing
To let things have loose ends
To let unfunny jokes make you laugh
To let them have their quirks
And after all that you had to say goodbye
You told yourself it was because they were so rigid
Your older self knows it's 'cause they were forgiving
Your cold-ass self was the one who stiffened... first

"More weight" shouts your frantic Corey
Don't we remember that as a heroic story
But now he's just another Puritan
In your head, trying to do you in

You could ruin everything like this
An eye for finding beams and motes
In every kind of human bliss
In every kind of dream and hope
In every weak attempt that missed
In the theories of the easy woke
In the theories of creationists
In the theories of complacent dopes
In stories that come with a hug and a kiss
The comfortable words by rote
The comfort of our shared myths
The light on to let us know we're home

More weight
More weight
More weight



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Fortin
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