Drinking steel reserve
By a house covered in birds
Drawers bodies and ashes
Cried when bowie died
Lost my appetite
With my dad my head just got crooked
Didn't know what to say with everyone looking
Matthew i know that we don't talk much
But we've got all the same stuff
I won't lose you to hurting
You just gotta get out of
That old stomach you swim in
That old stomach you loved
When will we be freed?
Cause he always speaks for me
And liquor drips down from the curtain
When can we live without fearing an end-
I'm not certain
We move late at night
Nothing but headlights
Cutting through the black of the forest
In the parlor's parking lot
My father screams about ice cream
A memory from someone else's child
I pawn every moment like a thief
Theres no place like leaving home
Turtlenecked - Saturn Devouring His Son Lyrics
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Drinking steel reserve
By a house covered in birds
Drawers bodies and ashes
Cried when bowie died
Lost my appetite
With my dad my head just got crooked
Didn't know what to say with everyone looking
Matthew i know that we don't talk much
But we've got all the same stuff
I won't lose you to hurting
You just gotta get out of
That old stomach you swim in
That old stomach you loved
When will we be freed?
Cause he always speaks for me
And liquor drips down from the curtain
When can we live without fearing an end-
I'm not certain
We move late at night
Nothing but headlights
Cutting through the black of the forest
In the parlor's parking lot
My father screams about ice cream
A memory from someone else's child
I pawn every moment like a thief
Theres no place like leaving home
By a house covered in birds
Drawers bodies and ashes
Cried when bowie died
Lost my appetite
With my dad my head just got crooked
Didn't know what to say with everyone looking
Matthew i know that we don't talk much
But we've got all the same stuff
I won't lose you to hurting
You just gotta get out of
That old stomach you swim in
That old stomach you loved
When will we be freed?
Cause he always speaks for me
And liquor drips down from the curtain
When can we live without fearing an end-
I'm not certain
We move late at night
Nothing but headlights
Cutting through the black of the forest
In the parlor's parking lot
My father screams about ice cream
A memory from someone else's child
I pawn every moment like a thief
Theres no place like leaving home
Writer: Harrison Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group