Beach Houser -

I can’t sit straight with this spine it shakes

with something hunching over my back.

I’m great but I can’t hear great and

I can’t pick the shapes that fit right into my life

I didn’t see you running but it felt so funny

I figured something had to be up.

I don’t know if this is coming up or going down

I remember we kept the graves underneath the house.

I’m alone the holy water drips.

When I’m gone, then I’ll sip.

I can’t dig graves with these hands they slave

for something hunching over my back.

I’m brave, but I don’t feel brave

and I can’t kick this dirt so it skips all over the lake.

I didn’t see you praying, but it felt so holy

I figured something had to be up.

I’m not sure if this is coming up or going down.

Kick the dirt all around the house.

I’m alone the holy water drips.

When I’m gone, then I’ll sip.

I’m alone the holy water drips.

When I’m gone, then I’ll sip.

And now, to the scent of burning hair

I’ll do some thinking

Yeah, I’ll do the thinking for you

In the sand.

I can’t sit straight with this spine it shakes

with something hunching over my back.

I’m great, but I don’t hear great

and I can’t pick the shapes that fit right into my life.

I didn’t see you running but it felt so funny

I figured something had to be up.

I’m not sure if this is coming up or going down,

I remember we kept the graves underneath the house.