Wet Salt - Psapp

I taste the wet salt, old dirt, hot sweat

Of anyone who’s ever seen this place

I’m not the last one here

There’s a pile of us

What a long half life

Don’t let it be over

Now I’m getting closer

I left you all you alone

With a pyre and pen

Said I’ll take no blame

Hurl your dirt at me

But it’s not the kind I feel

It’s as good as it can be

Don’t let it be over

Now I’m getting closer

Don’t let it be

Our unwashed sheets, our filthy streets

I didn’t care at first

Everything’s been building up to this

It is all that you have known

Don’t let it be over

Now I’m getting closer

Don’t let it be