Pitchers Of Silence lyrics

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Artist: Sage Francis
Album: Personal Journals

Lyrics

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died
I need to put these thoughts to rest. I need to find a peace of mind
I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in
Need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest I need to start restin'
Needless to say, I couldn't hide
Fifteen grown men shouldn't cry

Had I known then what I know now
Had I thought now what I knew then..
I might still be human
With all the little stupid fix-ins
As I fix sins and vixens vick souls
Stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch roles
Nail me to the cross dress
The holy cloth costs less
I'd toss less
If I still had your soft breasts to rest my head on
Since you've been gone
I recalled my issues with problems and hate
But I can't exactly remember the model or make
Now glass bottles break in my death grip
I'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip
My bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets
But I might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep

I had my highs and lows
When on top, I let you peek out over my nose
Sitting on my shoulders and I suppose if I had a backbone
You might still be here
My skin is filthy..
From my lows when you weren't there. but to keep from feeling guilty
I collected the dirt (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up
Now mr. feel nothing saves his tears inside of a cup
And he drinks (and he drinks). and he forgets that he's an asshole
Jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul

My secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping
I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal monsters sing

I'm sitting in a stranger's tub..
With all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love

They get half of what I have to give...if that
It's all about the packaging. they're distracted by the gift rap

Predictable. easy to manipulate
They're foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting for their strings to break

The pillars that once held up my halfway house have been taken out
I'm in my last days now
There's a change coming soon
I just want to crawl back into my mother's womb
I need a comfort zone
But obviously I need to find another home
To call my own...and always return to
And I want it to be you (i want it to be you)

I sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep
Creating memories to remember and then I forget to eat
Went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home
With puppy eyes...waiting for god to throw me a bone

I'd settle for one more goodbye kiss while I settle for less
I'm unsettled at best. sulking while abandoning settlements
Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talk
Practicing mind games. rehearsing with playful thought

It's the way we fought that made my blood bubble then turn cold
When you made me walk through rain and mud puddles on a dirt road
It left me so messy
Forget me...not

I've got more mud to sling..

Shot
"Through the heart, and your to blame, you give love a bad name."