handholder from Miscountry by Heaven for Less

picture this:
fat gorilla sitting on my tits
wind is swinging at the door
which can't be opened
in my breathless state
i don't miss my gorilla
and i'm fed up with pretending that i do

here's some more
every muscle in my body red and sore
mistaking what i did
for what i said just makes it easier
to go about it all
i burn away the winter
turning my impatient eyes
towards the fall

hold my hand
that's how you know yr all grown up
stay inside the hand that holds you
don't give a second thought
to giving anything to someone
who ignores you

wait a sec
simply envisioning the wreck
is not the same as being reckless
on the asphalt with the ordinary ivy
i say nothing yet is yr fault
and i'll thank you to quit saying that
it is

take a whiff
you'll notice then's been getting on with if
can't you smell the permutations
of a lot of worlds
yet we both got hurled
here into our bodies
and our work
and our conditions
and our heads

ring that bell
that's how you know you done fucked up
straying from the hand that holds you
to be a fake to someone who would
break his legs and arms off just to know you

what kinds of friends are these
they knife the breeze and call it quits
and linger on the little shit
and make you like an ugly tree that they can climb
to see the city cough
you've been under them too long
now we're gonna shake them off

hold my hand
because there's zero chance i'm running out of love
stay inside a heart that needs you
you don't belong to someone who would want
to put on gloves to even
touch you

• Albuquerque
• Alternative
• bipolar
• folk punk
• indie
• word rock
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