La Dispute - A Poem lyrics
[La Dispute - A Poem lyrics]
Third time writing you a letter
Getting darker i’m getting worse and worse
I had a reason for the writing
But trying to exorcise my demons didn’t work
To try to rid me of the worry and to purge
You out of wonder for the future and the hurt
I wrote a poem:
I’m increasingly aware I’ve been
Painting things in gray
I’m increasingly alarmed by the pain
I’m increasingly alive to every cloud
Up in the sky
I’m increasingly afraid it’s going to rain
See, lately I’ve hated me
For over-playing pain
For always pointing fingers out at everyone
But who in fact is guilty and
For picking at my scabs
Like they could never break but they can
And they will and I’ll spill like
A leak in the basement
A drunk in the night choir
Just slur all those words to make
Deadbeat that sweet old refrain
Self-inflicting my pain and therein
Lies the real shame: I heard when they were
Picking through the rubble
Finding limbs, they sang hymns
But now what of what I sing?
The worry, the wonder, the shortness of days
The replacement for purpose
The things swept away by
The worry, the wonder, my slightness of frame
The replacements for feeling
The casual lay and
The worst of the wildlife wears
Clothes and can pray and
The worry, the wonder, for three meals a day
Only death unimpeded, not slowing it's pace
Brings that petty, old worry and wonder away
Getting darker i’m getting worse and worse
I had a reason for the writing
But trying to exorcise my demons didn’t work
To try to rid me of the worry and to purge
You out of wonder for the future and the hurt
I wrote a poem:
I’m increasingly aware I’ve been
Painting things in gray
I’m increasingly alarmed by the pain
I’m increasingly alive to every cloud
Up in the sky
I’m increasingly afraid it’s going to rain
See, lately I’ve hated me
For over-playing pain
For always pointing fingers out at everyone
But who in fact is guilty and
For picking at my scabs
Like they could never break but they can
And they will and I’ll spill like
A leak in the basement
A drunk in the night choir
Just slur all those words to make
Deadbeat that sweet old refrain
Self-inflicting my pain and therein
Lies the real shame: I heard when they were
Picking through the rubble
Finding limbs, they sang hymns
But now what of what I sing?
The worry, the wonder, the shortness of days
The replacement for purpose
The things swept away by
The worry, the wonder, my slightness of frame
The replacements for feeling
The casual lay and
The worst of the wildlife wears
Clothes and can pray and
The worry, the wonder, for three meals a day
Only death unimpeded, not slowing it's pace
Brings that petty, old worry and wonder away