Blood Thinner - Billy Woods, Lauren Kelly Benson

Could have been something else

Been hands held

Cold fingers warmed by the touch

Just gonna slip away?

Woulda softly prayed…

I won’t lift you up

Could have been something else

Been hands held

Cold fingers warmed by the touch

Just gonna slip away?

Woulda softly prayed…

I won’t lift you up

The haughty pauper

Ice in his salt water

Nine daughters each more gorgeous

The night caught us

At night, hear the forest, inching closer to light rain

The cook fire smolder, the night came

Like soldiers on night watch

He watched 'em get older

Father over every shoulder

Still it’s secrets they be holdin'

(still it’s secrets they be holdin')

It’s things only women be knowin'

They ignored the boys joking

The grown man who just watch, nothin' spoken

Eyes gropin' thighs

If looks could, leers would force they thighs open

He scold 'em, the king of lies take any disguise

They nodded in unison

Hair greased, skin golden

Night falls

The hills come alive

Black Von Trapps, He know he can’t die

Ride the river to the mouth of darkness, but no further

Nine girls but if you touch a hair it’s murder

In town some joke, he keeping 'em for his self

Idle talk, he don’t indulge, when he come through they quiet as hell

(Nobody said a word)

Used to do the things we used to do

The do, the things we used to do

The things we used to do

The things to do the things we used to do

We used to do the things

We used to do the things

We used to do the things

To do the things, we used to do

I’m not like you and your little friends

So don’t ask why we can’t be like them

Can barely focus, guess this what they meant

For all that hocus pocus, light gettin' dim

Defiant, like we gon' fight 'til the end

Go 'head, try it, but that’s easier said

I’ll sleep when you’re dead

Die in my sleep, grinnin', give it a week

That’s a freak in the bed, a stiff in the sheets

The buzzer ring, dishes in the sink

Leftovers in the fridge, it’s manuscripts in his things

Half done, Agricole rum in my mouth like I blaspheme

We used to do the things we used to do

To do the things we used to do

The things we used to do

The things we used to do

To do the things we used to do

The things we used to do

The things we used to do

The things to do the things

To do the things, to do the things

To do the things, to do the things

To do the things, to do the things

Do the things, do the things

Do the things, do the things

More than that, uh, we understand that there is a complexity, like you did,

with this man, and the pain he’s in and the frustration and, uh,

the lack of love that he experiences for himself, that the has for himself.

I think that’s important.

Uh, he’s certainly, like all human beings,

capable of loving, uh, in some form, to some extent, you know

He’s also physically attractive and he loves beautiful things