July from Devotionals by Hand Grenade Job

Stretching out and wearing thin.
Coming home to swell again.
I didn't like who I was when I was here:
Running on adrenaline.

Trust in space.
Devotion keeps us sane.
Arming teenage girls,
And taking his knives away.

When did I become a flower soaked in gasoline?
Everyone who knows me owns a piece of me.
Don't be reckless. I've got no defenses.
Don't go write any songs about me.

Trust in space.
Devotion keeps us sane.
Arming teenage girls,
And taking his knives away.

There's only you and me,
Pulling up the drowning.
Pull her up: fistful of wet hair.
O it feels good to face the morning!

Trust in space.
Devotion keeps us sane.
Arming teenage girls,
And taking his knives away.

Trust in space.

• Punk
• devotional
• minimal
• post-americana
• Washington