Amanda Palmer - A Poem for Dzhokhar lyrics
[Amanda Palmer - A Poem for Dzhokhar lyrics]
You don’t know how it felt to
Be in the womb but
It must have been at least
A little warmer than this
You don’t know how intimately they’re
Recording your every move on
Closed-circuit cameras until you see
Your face reflected
Back at you through through the pulp
You don’t know how to stop
Picking at your fingers
You don’t know how little
You’ve been paying attention
Until you look down at your legs again
You don’t know how many times you can say
You’re coming until they just
Stop believing you
You don’t know how orgasmic the act
Of taking in a lungful
Of oxygen is until they hold
Your head under the water
You don’t know how many vietnamese
Soft rolls to order
You don’t know how convinced
Your parents were that
Having children would be
Absolutely, without question
The correct thing to do
You don’t know how precious your
Iphone battery time was
Until you’re hiding in the bottom of the boat
You don’t know how to get
Away from your fucking parents
You don’t know how it’s possible
To feel total compassion in
One moment and total disconnection
In the next moment
You don’t know how things could
Change so incredibly fast
You don’t know how to make something
But the instructions are on the internet
You don’t know how to make
Sense of this massive parade
You don’t know how to believe anyone anymore
You don’t know how to tell the girl in
The chair next to you that you’ve been
Peeking at her dissertation draft
And there’s a
Grammatical typo in the actual file name
You don’t know how to explain yourself
You don’t want two percent but
It’s all they have
You don’t know how claustrophobic your house
Is until you can’t leave it
You don’t know why you let that
Guy go without shooting him
Dead and stuffing him in some
Bushes between cambridge and watertown
You don’t know where your friends went
You don’t know how to dance but
You give it a shot anyway
You don’t know how your life
Managed to move twenty
Six miles forward and twenty eight miles back
You don’t know how to pay your debts
You don’t know how to separate from this
Partnership to escape and finally breathe
You don’t know how come people run their
Goddamn knees into the ground anyway
You don’t know how to measure
The value of the
Twenty dollar bill clutched in
Your hurting hand
You don’t know how you walked
Into this trap so obliviously
You don’t know how to
Adjust the rearview mirror
You don’t know how to mourn your dead brother
You don’t know how to drive this car
You don’t know the way to new york
You don’t know the way to new york
You don’t know the way to new york
You don’t know the way to new york
Be in the womb but
It must have been at least
A little warmer than this
You don’t know how intimately they’re
Recording your every move on
Closed-circuit cameras until you see
Your face reflected
Back at you through through the pulp
You don’t know how to stop
Picking at your fingers
You don’t know how little
You’ve been paying attention
Until you look down at your legs again
You don’t know how many times you can say
You’re coming until they just
Stop believing you
You don’t know how orgasmic the act
Of taking in a lungful
Of oxygen is until they hold
Your head under the water
You don’t know how many vietnamese
Soft rolls to order
You don’t know how convinced
Your parents were that
Having children would be
Absolutely, without question
The correct thing to do
You don’t know how precious your
Iphone battery time was
Until you’re hiding in the bottom of the boat
You don’t know how to get
Away from your fucking parents
You don’t know how it’s possible
To feel total compassion in
One moment and total disconnection
In the next moment
You don’t know how things could
Change so incredibly fast
You don’t know how to make something
But the instructions are on the internet
You don’t know how to make
Sense of this massive parade
You don’t know how to believe anyone anymore
You don’t know how to tell the girl in
The chair next to you that you’ve been
Peeking at her dissertation draft
And there’s a
Grammatical typo in the actual file name
You don’t know how to explain yourself
You don’t want two percent but
It’s all they have
You don’t know how claustrophobic your house
Is until you can’t leave it
You don’t know why you let that
Guy go without shooting him
Dead and stuffing him in some
Bushes between cambridge and watertown
You don’t know where your friends went
You don’t know how to dance but
You give it a shot anyway
You don’t know how your life
Managed to move twenty
Six miles forward and twenty eight miles back
You don’t know how to pay your debts
You don’t know how to separate from this
Partnership to escape and finally breathe
You don’t know how come people run their
Goddamn knees into the ground anyway
You don’t know how to measure
The value of the
Twenty dollar bill clutched in
Your hurting hand
You don’t know how you walked
Into this trap so obliviously
You don’t know how to
Adjust the rearview mirror
You don’t know how to mourn your dead brother
You don’t know how to drive this car
You don’t know the way to new york
You don’t know the way to new york
You don’t know the way to new york
You don’t know the way to new york