Knuckles White Dry

Deep in the breath of a carrier

Coughing up blood is the worst-case scenario

No way in hell this is happening

To us, I don't care if it kills me

I promise you won't die, I swear it's a sinker of sorts

It's a shitty occasion

We're driving my car from the city

Been shaving my knuckles white dry from the walls I've been punching

So where is the ticket, I'll park, you just leg it in

And you haven't cried much or nearly enough

But I scream at your chest for as long as I must

Till it hears me

Do you think it hears me?

Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun

The skin or the lungs

Not today

Nor tomorrow

It's no kind of living

Afraid or unknown, let the dead be the dead

Let us live and disown

All pretending

From here until the car ride home

If I hear another "I love you, get well"

From someone we don't know

Or that I didn't tell

And I swear that I'll show them a vision of hell

It gets tiresome, you know?

There's always the strangers, they poke and they prod

And they drive all that shit deep inside of your blood

If miracles function

Then where is our God?

That's the question I posed

And you haven't changed much or nearly enough

But I scream at your chest for as long as I trust

That it hears me

Do you think it hears me?

Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun

The skin or the lungs

Not today

Nor tomorrow

It's no kind of living

Afraid or unknown, let the dead be the dead

Let us live and disown

All pretending

From here until the car ride home

The car ride home

The car ride home

The car ride home

The car ride home

The car ride home

The car ride home

The car ride home

The car ride home

The car ride home

Mmm

Mmm