Blanchard - Hope Sandoval, The Warm Inventions

I’m merely standing on the holes in the ground

If I follow, they’ll never know I’m found

I may leave, but I’ll never go back there

I’m only stumbling on the things that I air

Like those days on the porch of your house

Tear your rag from the clothes of her hands

All those times you sent my brother down your road

Holding on to the dope that you sold

I knew then that we could never be blessed

I know it this way and I know what I confess

And I’m not

Gonna say

I forget

Cause I remember every day

I play death in the space of my life

That’s how I feel, and I’ll never think it twice

All these things that I held against you

Who should we blame for the things that we do Who blames who for the ways we turned

This old girl (?) and will never see you burn

Inside I feel like a child that’s gone

I’m only saying the things that I’ve been told (taught?)

And I’m not

Gonna say

I forget

'Cause I remember every day

Every day