Sage Francis - Hell of a Year lyrics

It's been a hell of a year
But I'm mentally prepared
To do a dance around the
Next couple medical scares
I'm Fred Astaire with the metal wearing
Quickly off my tap shoes
So I step quietly, the way that cat's move
But I'm bear-like my head
Trapped in dear lights you can call me John
I'm writing letters to the dark
Side of the moon tonight my lovely Jane
You went away but the pain stayed
So I'm sending you a package to
The address where we traded names
I made no claims on the identity theft
I'm more concerned about the home
With no amenities left
And it's already a mess the dust
Piles like your junk mail
So I eat away depression and crush the scale
You find yourself on the opposite
Side of the spectrum
Emaciated on a strict diet of bed crumbs
Me? I choose to wallow and swim in my fat
Yourefuse to swallow so I see
Ribs from the back this isn't an attack
It's an admission of guilt
I'm living in the past, kissing your ass
Sipping your milk
But it's all bone and curdle i
Saw stones in a circle
Stood in the middle told myself riddles
In a robe that's purple
The murder weapon was an icicle
Is that the reason why I'm standing in
This puddle with my eyes so full?
I fight feelings like a war on drugs
I'm a chemist with a test tube
Addiction born through coffee mugs
Our baby now is all growed up
Your car is still dead in my driveway
While I wait for the tow truck
And you know what? I know I drove you away
I still don't think it was wrong so
I don't know what to say
It's been a tough year you
Say that life ain't fair well, guess what
Babylife ain't thems the breaks
You say that life ain't worth it but
It is you gotta work it
Nobody's life is perfect

Yeah, you've been dealt a bad hand
Placed against a stacked deck
Been through all the cat scans and bad checks
But I slashed your debt not your wrists
And I couldn't help with anything
Else that became cancerous
Halfway people with a full baby to bury
Took a flame to the papier mache sanctuary
When the smoke clearstry not to
Stare into the light but, also
Don't stay in the dark as if
That's what life is like
It's just a series of unfortunate events
But the messages we get are
More important than death what's the rush?
I've got a shortness of breath
What's the rush?
Running from yourunning from me
It's the rush the crush
The lust the love-trust
So what's the trouble? The
Busted bubble? The unjust?
That's just the way the cookie
Crumbles it does suck
But suck it up we're all looking
But nothing's enough
Use each other as a crutch
To clutch the shift-switches
You couldn't just adjust you
Combusted and ripped pictures
This is why I'm not considered a saint?
Well, guess what?i ain't

It's been a hell of a year
You said that I ain't there, I ain't care
And life ain't fair
It's been a hell of a trip
You say my mind's unfit, I've been flip
And I ain't shit
It's been a hell of a life
You say that I ain't like the way
I write and that ain't right
It's been a hell of an attempt
You say that I ain't
Meant for promises unkept
Well, guess what, darlin'
I'm a keep keep callin'
Guess what, darlin'
I'm a keep keep callin'

The answer comes in the form of
A handwritten letter from the moon it says:
"This is beautiful so are we
This is endless so are we
We can heal this
It's time to create our fates"
PS laughing oh I wanna die motherfuckers
Yeah, it's true
The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree