Club Night — Work

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Every hair pricked up on his head
With an ever shaping precision
What was more than an epilogue
Backed by gilded harps
I feverishly follow
Every word you said to me
But you’re all I wanted

Strike to stone and watch the sparks fly out
I’m a spindle thinning
You beat against the wall
Until the skin is worn down to the knuckle

A defeated frozen glare slanted on the horizon
Wishing you were clairvoyant and all powerful

A huddled rambling mess of sorts
That last week above me
Through the floor boards
I hear you choking

With age you gave me hope
To just keep moving forward
While a shred pierced through you
Running a muck it feels strange
To just grit my teeth

While ignoring the anger
Steady grab my arm
I’ll shoulder it all

A huddled rambling mess of sorts
That last week above me
Through the floor boards
I hear you choking

I consoled my mother
Nothing here that mattered
Counted every goddamn minute

I need you closer
Sunlight is fading
I’ll drive you drink
We’re hungover again
This life is porno
What do we care for
I need direction
Look at the true me
I need a real win
Self deprecating frailty
No wait i like me
Flatline the haters
My heart is breaking
You’re high all of the time
Please believe in me
Time for a new dream
This is an old song
This is all i know