Laura Stevenson - 8:08 lyrics

[Laura Stevenson - 8:08 lyrics]

August spent your basement apartment
I fell through your floor
Cradle and all, I fell through your floor

But, I can't spill through your fists
Until my hands are solid white
My lungs are buckled tight together

My sliding drawl is like a cannonball
I'll slur myself to sleep outside your door
There's a ghost way up the Northeast coast
And it'll break your heart harder
Than I could ever

And that ghost claws at my arms
It makes me do wrong it makes me do wrong
And it pushes you down and rattles the walls
And it's sorry, it's sorry, it's sorry

So, even though it's cold and
It breaks apart your bones


It's floating urgently outside your door

When you spoke, when you speak
Broken on your knees
I'm a joke, I'm asleep, please
Please, please, please, please

I'll be on my feet if you want me
I'll be on my feet if you need
I'll be on my feet if you want me to be

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