Dropped out of life when she dropped you. You pass the time. The sun rises and sets when you want it to - just close your eyes. That little girl’s so far away, she don’t know where you are. Spin down the hole and you wake in a bed or a cell or your car. This ain’t no way to say goodbye. Rain patterns the glass on the driver’s side. You dug this rut, you selfish fuck. Swallowed the key. The past comes alive in your dreams, in the abject dark. They fade in the grey of your eyes, in the skin of your arms. The winter months are hungry, they’ll skin your bones. Might as well spend your money drinking alone.
The sky, a pall.
a slow and ugly crawl.
Inside your mind, you’ll breathe
a clean and burning hell.
This ain’t no way to say goodbye. Heat sputters and spits from a vent nearby. If your nature be your enemy, your fatal flaw, better to break and lick the blood from off it’s claws. The writing’s on the wall.
track released October 28, 2014
Written & arranged by Teethmarks
Jesse Bennett - Guitar / Vocals / Piano / Feedback
Graham Christian - Vocals
Joe Drebit - Drums
John Wellman - Guitar & Bass / Theremin
Recorded February 2014 at Progold Studios, Toronto
Produced by Ian Blurton & Teethmarks
Recorded and mixed by Ian Blurton
Mastered by Audioseige
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