Well, I move to pack
'Cause there's a little light that shines on all the things I can't take back
I shake 'cause this museum is cold
I move to curate my own past
There's a polaroid I can't unfold
Everything's at longest last
You slap my face
'Cause I lied and said I died
at the bottom of some wet and lonesome place
Where there's copper candles burning clean
Is that a hipbone or a heart?
If you never said my name to me again,
that wouldn't be the hardest part
My whole memory is coming apart
Paradise looks so afraid
of all the stone I turn to face
But even at a distance, I still can't no space
I hug the walls
Because to hear the way you talk of ghosts
It's like I never lived at all
I shake because the feeling's cold
I see fire, I see pink
There's a bedroom set I can't unfold
It's what I steal, it's what I think
And I'm halfway down the parish steps
And everything about it's a false start
If you never said my name to me again, that wouldn't be the hardest part
Any fool can kill a dream, any dream can break a heart
If you never said my name to me again, that wouldn't be the hardest part
I see a home; it's coming apart
credits
from Never Met The Author,
released August 6, 2015
Written and performed by Chance Solem-Pfeifer
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