Deer - Manchester Orchestra

Half a year and here you are again

I’d go out in public if nobody ever asked

I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks

Like you, like us, like me

Half a year again, now it’s a whole

February stationery from you on the wall

I sit home and plead the throne to speak, to speak to me

To me, to me, hasn’t said a single thing

You’re probably too busy with your work

Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone?

There’s nothing in these wooden drawers

To bring you back, to keep me bored

I don’t know what to do with me no more

Dear Everyone I Ever Really Knew

I acted like an asshole so I could keep my edge on you

Ended up abusing even those I thought immune

I killed the kingdom with one move and now it’s time to move

Dear Everybody That Has Paid to See My Band

It’s still confusing, we’ll never understand

I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn

But I’m hungry now, and the scraps are dirty dirt

I’m hungry now, in the scraps of dirty dirt