baker, julien
sour breath
i know you do better when you're by yourself free from the weight of my dirt poor health new drugs to fix all my missing cells didn't bring it up cause i've done so well this week and i thought that if i tried a little bit harder you'd change your mind i've still got nowhere to be and i don't do too well; nobody's worried when nobody's worried about me but i shouldn't have built a house in the middle of your chest plywood boards joined at your breast splinter in my arm where you rest your head checking my watch till you come to bed kiss me goodnight with your sour breath breaks on my face like a wave of emptiness and when i talk just taste regret you're everything i want and i'm all you dread watch the poison leak from your pores think all the liquor's gonna keep you warm burn everything down to prove you could leave me inside in a body made of wood in a body made of wood oh the harder i swim the faster i sink the harder i swim the faster i sink the harder i swim the faster i sink the harder i swim the faster i sink the harder i swim the faster i sink the harder i swim the faster i sink the harder i swim the faster i sink the harder i swim the faster i sink