Lyrics

I attempt to empty
My vocabulary
In writing these letters
Signed for to be sent
All the way to Dublin
To the house you live in
Unless I'm mistaken
And got the wrong door
I approach the counter
Like I am a hunter
Even though I am prey
For the landlord's purse
Thinking how I'll get home
Walking away from home
It could be a girl's home
If it snowed in hell
The contents of my stomach
Spread across the ditches
Poking up from under
The road home
Coping
Cooo-
I can feel this one's eyes
All the way from outside
If I met her gaze
I'd surely fall in love
"What's up with you today?"
I can feel my brain say
I can feel him slivering
Against my skull
I was made to believe
This life thing was easy
When I first began it
As a very young child
Coping
Coping
Coping
I'm-
Written by: Junior Brother, Ronan Kealy
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