作曲 : Laura Stevenson
Another couple weeks go by and the creek gets higher,
I’m getting covered up in bites, the bugs’ll suck you dry up here.
There’s a notch on the tip of my tongue,
no warning hiss before it spits.
Can I suck it back in, all the things I’ve ever said?
I make a cross with the nail on my thumb to stop the itch but it persists,
and I make amends to everyone that I’ve left standing.
While time’s clicking like a fan and I’m sticking in my hand,
and the sky is bright blue, waiting on bad news.
And I make amends, and fake it when I count the dead.
And I make amends to everyone that I’ve left standing.
Shana says to take the year,
“shutter up, keep your head down, don’t let it strip you bare.”
And maybe I’ll be better in a year, and maybe I’ll deserve it then.
And I make amends, and fake it when I count the dead.
And I make amends to everyone that I’ve left standing.
Did I shirk something?
Did I hurt someone?
Was I ever any good? I know, I know, I know I was.
Was I ungrateful? I was, I was, I was, I was.
Was I ungrateful? I was, I was, I was, I was.