Testo 8:08

August spent
your basement apartment
i fell thought your floor
cradle and all
i fell through your floor
and i can't spill
through your fists
until my hands are solid white My lungs are buckled tight together
My sliding drawl is like a cannonball
Ill slur myself to sleep
outside your door

Theres a ghost
way up the northeast coast
and it'll break your heart
harder than i could ever
and that ghost claws at my arms
it make me do wrong
it make me do wrong
and it pushes you down
and rattles the walls
and it's sorry it's sorry
it's sorry
so even though its cold
and it breaks apart your bones
it's floating urgently outside your door

when you spoke
when you speak
broken on your knees
im a joke
im asleep
please please please
please please

ill be on my feet if you want me
ill be on my feet if you need
ill be on my feet if you want me to be