I can’t wash away the hopeless history
Of our cracking ribs and biting teeth
and your hand on my knee
All my tasty marrow I want to give away
But my blood just pumps through my veins
So my skin won’t decay
August was a lifetime I’m not living anymore
I tell myself that a warm bed
Is a warm bed
Is a warm body
Later in the car you hold my hand and say it’s hard
You say that circumstance is driving wedges
stronger than we are
Crawling up the crashing coast you let it burn out fast
But for something to be good
It doesn’t always have to last
August is a lifetime I’m not living anymore
And I tell myself that a warm bed
Is a warm bed
Is a warm body
I tell myself that a warm bed
Is a warm bed
Is a warm body
But I can’t wash away the hopeless history
Or the stupid, honest, drunken bliss
We found in lukewarm bathtub water
credits
from YEAH NO FINE,
released April 21, 2016
written by Sophie Strauss
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