The Fight from Trash Mountain by Lily Seabird

We lost another one to the fight last night
somewhere between the cracks in the sidewalk
outside the street lights, stray dogs and cat fights

Life lost like a flickering flame in the snow,
how long was it before we could have known
the candle was burned out in the cold

So violently removed in the hottest of flames,
a departure where it feels like no truth remains,
and no one fully living can remain here

In the abyss of questions never answered
I didn’t see nothing sir I was only looking at her
In the abyss of questions never answered
and everyone is covered in blood

Dozens of shoes never to be worn again
all her pretty dressed you can give them away all to her friends
one billion seconds passed just to stop the ticking of the clock

She’s just another song drifting away into the earth,
trampled by opinions, statements and self worth
bodies fighting and fucking tangled in love and pain

Well she doesn’t have to be a part of this anymore, this song and dance,
it's a messy business it’s a dreadful chore,
we’ll just sing a song and move on like she wanted

But everyone wants to say their peace,
they want to say what they need,
but to me it all just feels a little self important

You knew her the best,
you weren’t even her friend,
and then she got drunk and slept with her boyfriend

Was it the acid they took,
was it written in the book,
was there a message in the cigarettes left in her back pocket

Now the dog’s outside
howling at the moon,
when will she know that she won’t be coming home soon

• Rock
• folk rock
• grunge
• indie rock
• soft-grunge
• Burlington