I Feel Like Kind Of Dying All The Time

You remind me of metal
Sweet in my mouth
How come the cable car
Is always headed south?

I wanted to call but
It slipped through time
The dirt on the floor's got
Half of a mind

There's a blank space on the wall where your picture was hung
When I pray it's to the floor, begging for anyone

I feel like kind of dying all the time
Steady me near you, devour me til I'm
Only half of you
The only half I've liked

Spit out the blood til your teeth wear the stains
Your arms are like prisons, my love, it keeps me afraid
The comfort of farewells, the skin on my bones
The falling of everything, the tears in your clothes
Same old three words that bought on so much hell
Ten records spinning, the night you took off
The writing on the wall, the breaking of a clock

There's a blank space on the wall where your picture was hung
When I pray it's to the floor, begging for anyone at all



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Summers
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