Corduroy Jacket - I wore a corduroy jacket to our first date buttoned up, my arm held out straight oh i would give you all my health, I wonder if you could tell? And I’m drowning in these paper notes I wrote, I kept em all cause I thought you were so perfect that you’d never write back. A mad, fearsome pleasure Sawdust splinters in my mouth That trash of treasure has had its way with me When the days get empty. I’ll fill them up with words you swore. And if you sent a letter, did it get to me? Red ribbons tied back your hair, you’ve never seen such a long stare I couldn’t hold it back if I tried. I never tried. Your advice always seems to be on time, you quote to me every bible line, soon I’ll quote them back. A mad, fearsome pleasure Sawdust splinters in my mouth That trash of treasure has had its way with me When the days get empty. I’ll fill them up with words you swore. And if you sent a letter, did it get to me? Just like that, I close my eyes and we’re right back, holding hands wearing your georgia cap, nothing shall come of nothing
Stars - Stars I heard hell was caving in I wouldn’t tell you yet But maybe we could hide under our bed and be the monsters We always dreamt up in our heads And I could show you my room Lots of windows and baby blues My mom picked it out when I was just an imaginary kid I haven’t changed it yet We need to find a place we can go, and pretend, my friend Somewhere set in stone That makes me sir Arthur and you can be my shield And if we’re not too old, we can put away our fears I think we are all like stars Burning hot, burning far I booked a flight up to the moon, save some space I’ll be there soon I think we are all like stars I hope you come back again Like a kite in the wind I lift you up you lead me on I wander off and then you’re gone I hope you come back again
Fake plants - There’s a dryness In the cards that I’m laying out of reach Like the fence in my backyard I am struggling to breathe Summers coming in with lemon drop skin to castles of fake plants at the beach Wither Wither Wither spoke the weather in the south To soak up the water I plant a record in my mouth Hum with the wind until my can begins to bend and Tonic rain falls on my couch I loved you my dearest mistake But desperately quiet we just slipped away and the smallest things resolved us to fight At least my fake plants won’t die In many ways I’d consider it a failure, if we tried to lead a new life by the beach Ignore the dirt that’s clouding up the mirror, and outsource our love to the seas But if that’s not real, it’s not coming up clear. We both know we don’t practice what we preach When we dance we sway like ships abandoned. is that life? A parting company? I loved you my idol in the sand But like all things that breathe we came to an end Dead things I can water with my beer Cause through summer sun, and snowing souls My fake plants are still right here …. I loved you my dearest mistake But desperately quiet we just slipped away and the smallest things resolved us to fight At least my fake plants won’t die
God talk - There’s ashes around what’s left of her house Fire and brimstone, there by the couch Ava can’t figure what can’t be explained Doesn’t mean we can’t try anyway Jimbo comes over, smelling old smoke By Christian conviction, there shares his hope Of a holy home where the outlets stay new at the moment, that’s far from the truth Isn’t that right, isn’t that hell Weren’t you alive , couldn’t I tell, If this god talk was meant to be Such lifeless speech The yellow suns now picking up steam The red sirens form a soft orange cream She’s not the best of folk, but she’s not the worst In the back of her mind she thinks if it’s a little deserved Is it all gone? Is it all ok? Is your heart torn? I think I’ll talk anyway make it sacred - your suffering I got to go now, I’ve said all I can say Checking out, sleeping in I won’t sterilize your feelings again The coffee got thick, it got bitter with every sip I take The burns on your skin, can’t all be healed by the words in my head I’ve been saving up for that chariot, but honestly I’ll bury it, I can’t forget you won’t forget Isn’t that right? Isn’t that hell? God aren’t you alive? Couldn’t I tell? Was this god talk meant to be? Such lifeless speech
