Crown Shy
It feels strange to think of my body
Falling into dust next to yours
But I feel the bones in my body
Sighing like gray-muzzled dogs
I never wanted to get a tattoo
Afraid of ruining some future perfect self
But time comes in and drags its needle on my skin
What am I preserving but the suit that I'll be buried in?
Every day, my back's in pain
And it feels tedious to mention, but I'll mention it again
I play guitar with boxing gloves
Trying to write myself a song about the sweetness of my blood
But the only way out is through
The only way out is through
The only way out is the way that you came here
Flashing through darkness like tunnels and train cars
Going a little too fast to see everything passing
It feels strange to think of your body
Falling into dust next to mine
We while it away in subdivided days
Believing we always have more time
I came across an old picture of us
Taken in the roses, in the hills
Our smiles were clear and the tattoo of twenty years
Hadn't torn our tender surfaces to ink us with our tired tears
Every day, my back's in pain
And it feels tedious to talk about, but here we go again
I hold your hand with boxing gloves
Trying to write you a song about the sweetness of our love
But the only way out is through
The only way out is through
The only way out is the way that you came here
Flashing through darkness like tunnels and train cars
Going a little too fast to see everything passing