Mighty - Manchester Orchestra, Eddie Horst

Feet slipping on the porch to my house

Iced easy, you can track in the snow

Duel gunning, it happened the last time

Stop talking, watch your head on the car

Cat’s cradles and hail to the Rat King

Teeth sharpened on our broken bones

Looked straight in the eyes of the hopeless

You can’t swing if you don’t use your arms

It’s not like I was lost for a purpose

I lost purpose and purposefully froze

So be good if you think it can save you

Yeah, be good if you’re comfortably numb

And I will do my best to breathe with

I was happy, I thought I’d escaped you

Pearl gates and a street made of gold

My memory, it serves like a beat boy

I’m too stubborn and scared to be home

I’m finding out that there’s actually a purpose

I’m caught cabbin' on the way to your home

Your body’s asleep in a wheelchair

I’ll start rolling you down toward the cars

And I will do my best to plead with you

So let go of the sorrowful groaning

Let go of the ones you admire

It’s not like I was devious or boastful

My arms waving, I’m saying goodbye

And I will do my best to breathe for you