My Darling Sara
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The failing use of my right hand
isn't actually the failing use of my right hand
it's just another way to tell the time
and I'm ticking
so I've been picking myself up at bars
with a bottle in each hand
I only make plans with myself for the day after next
but by the time the sun swings back around into position
I forget the context of why I asked myself out
in the first place
did I think I was going to score?
I let a stranger pour me one more
she says
my name is Sara
doesn't take much more than that
to start a relationship
My darling, Sara
cleans rooms for a living
giving her youth and beauty
to dirt and dust
understands more than most
that family must be the foot you put forward first
you must weather the worst together
but having neber met her family
she places love above all else
then protests that I use the word love
too freely in poems
and I should really just say what I mean
and I suppose what I mean most is that
I'm trying
she's been buying me time
on a maxed out credit card
arms scarred from selling her own blood
to pay down the debt
tells me she doesn't mind going broke
just so long as I can giver her a little swear
she says
try
so I do my best impression
of a pen
and when every problem looks like a page
I commit ink to paper
the worth of the words that come out
determines my wage
I've been making enough
to pay her the compliment
of not quitting.
of not sitting
when standing is required
she only asks that I put the effort n
and in return she's willing
to pin a paper heart to her chest
then do her best impression
of a target
She tells me that effort
is the siamese twin of success
so when everyone else looks like a wrong answer
she says she'll settle for being my best guess
so we lie in bed like a mess
that someone's been meaning to clean
for the large part
of a long while
we lie there like a pile of dirty laundry
and how we'll ever come clean
is beyond me
so we don't
she says
it's supposed to be dirty
and if by the end you haven't hurt me
then you didn't try
so I do my best impression
of a surgeon
cutting purple hearts out of my own
use my veins like thread
then have hurt sewn to our skin like medals
because when the bleeding stops
and that dust settles
all we have are our wounds
to wear like decorations
upon our chest
Sara does her best impression of a war
tells me not to count my pride among casualties
because maybe faith means never keeping score
she says there's more to effort than just switching gears
and in terms of what one should give in life
sweat holds more value than tears
you have to try
and even though
the failing use of my right hand
means I'll never land a knockout punch
in the first round
life is composed of sound and fury
whatever noise is left in me
will be twice as loud when I try
so I plug myself into the idea of going the distance
and I amplify
My darling, Sara
has a throat like a vase
she sings her words into bloom
has voice like perfume
it's been sticking to my clothes
so everyone knows where I've been sleeping
she's been keeping me so close
you could use my body for evidence
pull her fingerprints as proof
that she's been on top so often
she's starting to look like my roof
but a real sexy roof
and she doesn't leak
unless you count the crying
she does that sometimes
worries that she's just a back up plan
My darling, Sara.
I've lived long enough to learn
too many choices can destroy a man
I will make no exodus
I'll be around long enough
to watch uncertainty bid us farewell
the echo our names into the crater
caused by the impact
of when our lack of conviction fell
you've never had to sell me on the idea
of absolute certainty in the trustworthiness of another
the first and only time you met my mother
mom said
"I like the way she looks at you"
and I echoed back to her
that I liked it too.
eyes like recycle bin blue
Sara looks at broken things
as if she can make them new
more than a few times I've caught her staring
caught her wearing
a smile reserved for those busy making plans.
Sara believes that distance is a fundamental
that can be side-stepped by a piece of string
and two tin cans
and I remember when my tin can rang.
they said
there's no family to speak of
so love is next in line
and there's not a lot of time but
she's asking for her boyfriend
in the cab to the hospital I feel my heart bend
as if bracing for impact
so I do my best impression of a man
and face fact.
it's supposed to hurt.
a doctor does his best impression of the truth
and spares me his attempts to skirt around the issue.
they can't stop the bleeding
and the failing use of Sara's heart
isn't actually
the failing use of Sara's heart.
it's just another way to tell the time.
My darling, Sara
I was holding your hand when you died
and even though the failing use of my right hand
prevented me from feeling you leave.
I tried.
isn't actually the failing use of my right hand
it's just another way to tell the time
and I'm ticking
so I've been picking myself up at bars
with a bottle in each hand
I only make plans with myself for the day after next
but by the time the sun swings back around into position
I forget the context of why I asked myself out
in the first place
did I think I was going to score?
I let a stranger pour me one more
she says
my name is Sara
doesn't take much more than that
to start a relationship
My darling, Sara
cleans rooms for a living
giving her youth and beauty
to dirt and dust
understands more than most
that family must be the foot you put forward first
you must weather the worst together
but having neber met her family
she places love above all else
then protests that I use the word love
too freely in poems
and I should really just say what I mean
and I suppose what I mean most is that
I'm trying
she's been buying me time
on a maxed out credit card
arms scarred from selling her own blood
to pay down the debt
tells me she doesn't mind going broke
just so long as I can giver her a little swear
she says
try
so I do my best impression
of a pen
and when every problem looks like a page
I commit ink to paper
the worth of the words that come out
determines my wage
I've been making enough
to pay her the compliment
of not quitting.
of not sitting
when standing is required
she only asks that I put the effort n
and in return she's willing
to pin a paper heart to her chest
then do her best impression
of a target
She tells me that effort
is the siamese twin of success
so when everyone else looks like a wrong answer
she says she'll settle for being my best guess
so we lie in bed like a mess
that someone's been meaning to clean
for the large part
of a long while
we lie there like a pile of dirty laundry
and how we'll ever come clean
is beyond me
so we don't
she says
it's supposed to be dirty
and if by the end you haven't hurt me
then you didn't try
so I do my best impression
of a surgeon
cutting purple hearts out of my own
use my veins like thread
then have hurt sewn to our skin like medals
because when the bleeding stops
and that dust settles
all we have are our wounds
to wear like decorations
upon our chest
Sara does her best impression of a war
tells me not to count my pride among casualties
because maybe faith means never keeping score
she says there's more to effort than just switching gears
and in terms of what one should give in life
sweat holds more value than tears
you have to try
and even though
the failing use of my right hand
means I'll never land a knockout punch
in the first round
life is composed of sound and fury
whatever noise is left in me
will be twice as loud when I try
so I plug myself into the idea of going the distance
and I amplify
My darling, Sara
has a throat like a vase
she sings her words into bloom
has voice like perfume
it's been sticking to my clothes
so everyone knows where I've been sleeping
she's been keeping me so close
you could use my body for evidence
pull her fingerprints as proof
that she's been on top so often
she's starting to look like my roof
but a real sexy roof
and she doesn't leak
unless you count the crying
she does that sometimes
worries that she's just a back up plan
My darling, Sara.
I've lived long enough to learn
too many choices can destroy a man
I will make no exodus
I'll be around long enough
to watch uncertainty bid us farewell
the echo our names into the crater
caused by the impact
of when our lack of conviction fell
you've never had to sell me on the idea
of absolute certainty in the trustworthiness of another
the first and only time you met my mother
mom said
"I like the way she looks at you"
and I echoed back to her
that I liked it too.
eyes like recycle bin blue
Sara looks at broken things
as if she can make them new
more than a few times I've caught her staring
caught her wearing
a smile reserved for those busy making plans.
Sara believes that distance is a fundamental
that can be side-stepped by a piece of string
and two tin cans
and I remember when my tin can rang.
they said
there's no family to speak of
so love is next in line
and there's not a lot of time but
she's asking for her boyfriend
in the cab to the hospital I feel my heart bend
as if bracing for impact
so I do my best impression of a man
and face fact.
it's supposed to hurt.
a doctor does his best impression of the truth
and spares me his attempts to skirt around the issue.
they can't stop the bleeding
and the failing use of Sara's heart
isn't actually
the failing use of Sara's heart.
it's just another way to tell the time.
My darling, Sara
I was holding your hand when you died
and even though the failing use of my right hand
prevented me from feeling you leave.
I tried.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.47] The failing use of my right hand
[00:18.46] isn't actually the failing use of my right hand
[00:23.16] it's just another way to tell the time
[00:26.66] and I'm ticking
[00:29.15] so I've been picking myself up at bars
[00:31.66] with a bottle in each hand
[00:33.22] I only make plans with myself for the day after next
[00:39.29] but by the time the sun swings back around into position
[00:43.33] I forget the context of why I asked myself out
[00:46.05] in the first place
[00:48.04] did I think I was going to score?
[00:50.68] I let a stranger pour me one more
[00:54.13] she says
[00:55.62] my name is Sara
[00:57.84] doesn't take much more than that
[01:00.40] to start a relationship
[01:02.98] My darling, Sara
[01:05.47] cleans rooms for a living
[01:07.52] giving her youth and beauty
[01:09.53] to dirt and dust
[01:10.52] understands more than most
[01:11.91] that family must be the foot you put forward first
[01:14.09] you must weather the worst together
[01:16.81] but having neber met her family
[01:19.43] she places love above all else
[01:22.07] then protests that I use the word love
[01:24.05] too freely in poems
[01:26.92] and I should really just say what I mean
[01:30.12] and I suppose what I mean most is that
[01:31.98] I'm trying
[01:33.69] she's been buying me time
[01:35.10] on a maxed out credit card
[01:37.63] arms scarred from selling her own blood
[01:39.76] to pay down the debt
[01:41.86] tells me she doesn't mind going broke
[01:43.39] just so long as I can giver her a little swear
[01:44.82] she says
[01:45.58] try
[01:46.98] so I do my best impression
[01:49.56] of a pen
[01:51.03] and when every problem looks like a page
[01:52.63] I commit ink to paper
[01:54.04] the worth of the words that come out
[01:55.47] determines my wage
[01:56.65] I've been making enough
[01:57.79] to pay her the compliment
[01:58.48] of not quitting.
[02:00.33] of not sitting
[02:02.06] when standing is required
[02:04.10] she only asks that I put the effort n
[02:06.37] and in return she's willing
[02:08.69] to pin a paper heart to her chest
[02:09.61] then do her best impression
[02:11.27] of a target
[02:13.50] She tells me that effort
[02:14.75] is the siamese twin of success
[02:18.74] so when everyone else looks like a wrong answer
[02:20.75] she says she'll settle for being my best guess
[02:23.37] so we lie in bed like a mess
[02:26.37] that someone's been meaning to clean
[02:27.34] for the large part
[02:28.57] of a long while
[02:29.17] we lie there like a pile of dirty laundry
[02:33.28] and how we'll ever come clean
[02:34.33] is beyond me
[02:35.23] so we don't
[02:37.29] she says
[02:38.06] it's supposed to be dirty
[02:39.62] and if by the end you haven't hurt me
[02:42.57] then you didn't try
[02:45.82] so I do my best impression
[02:47.86] of a surgeon
[02:49.80] cutting purple hearts out of my own
[02:51.77] use my veins like thread
[02:54.43] then have hurt sewn to our skin like medals
[02:55.86] because when the bleeding stops
[02:58.36] and that dust settles
[02:59.51] all we have are our wounds
[03:00.89] to wear like decorations
[03:01.83] upon our chest
[03:03.22] Sara does her best impression of a war
[03:06.57] tells me not to count my pride among casualties
[03:08.82] because maybe faith means never keeping score
[03:11.73] she says there's more to effort than just switching gears
[03:15.64] and in terms of what one should give in life
[03:18.13] sweat holds more value than tears
[03:20.29] you have to try
[03:22.19] and even though
[03:24.99] the failing use of my right hand
[03:26.66] means I'll never land a knockout punch
[03:28.06] in the first round
[03:30.13] life is composed of sound and fury
[03:32.94] whatever noise is left in me
[03:36.54] will be twice as loud when I try
[03:38.22] so I plug myself into the idea of going the distance
[03:41.27] and I amplify
[03:42.38] My darling, Sara
[03:47.80] has a throat like a vase
[03:49.34] she sings her words into bloom
[03:50.60] has voice like perfume
[03:53.17] it's been sticking to my clothes
[03:54.96] so everyone knows where I've been sleeping
[03:56.57] she's been keeping me so close
[03:59.67] you could use my body for evidence
[04:01.03] pull her fingerprints as proof
[04:03.40] that she's been on top so often
[04:05.33] she's starting to look like my roof
[04:08.70] but a real sexy roof
[04:11.82] and she doesn't leak
[04:14.83] unless you count the crying
[04:18.75] she does that sometimes
[04:20.64] worries that she's just a back up plan
[04:25.71] My darling, Sara.
[04:28.86] I've lived long enough to learn
[04:30.58] too many choices can destroy a man
[04:32.16] I will make no exodus
[04:35.59] I'll be around long enough
[04:37.57] to watch uncertainty bid us farewell
[04:38.75] the echo our names into the crater
[04:40.48] caused by the impact
[04:42.44] of when our lack of conviction fell
[04:43.53] you've never had to sell me on the idea
[04:46.32] of absolute certainty in the trustworthiness of another
[04:48.58] the first and only time you met my mother
[04:52.58] mom said
[04:53.35] "I like the way she looks at you"
[04:57.96] and I echoed back to her
[04:59.75] that I liked it too.
[05:01.94] eyes like recycle bin blue
[05:04.51] Sara looks at broken things
[05:06.66] as if she can make them new
[05:08.12] more than a few times I've caught her staring
[05:10.97] caught her wearing
[05:13.63] a smile reserved for those busy making plans.
[05:14.78] Sara believes that distance is a fundamental
[05:19.21] that can be side-stepped by a piece of string
[05:21.54] and two tin cans
[05:24.73] and I remember when my tin can rang.
[05:28.91] they said
[05:30.96] there's no family to speak of
[05:32.26] so love is next in line
[05:33.85] and there's not a lot of time but
[05:35.11] she's asking for her boyfriend
[05:39.57] in the cab to the hospital I feel my heart bend
[05:42.42] as if bracing for impact
[05:46.29] so I do my best impression of a man
[05:48.63] and face fact.
[05:50.32] it's supposed to hurt.
[05:54.07] a doctor does his best impression of the truth
[05:55.49] and spares me his attempts to skirt around the issue.
[06:00.60] they can't stop the bleeding
[06:02.81] and the failing use of Sara's heart
[06:06.62] isn't actually
[06:07.92] the failing use of Sara's heart.
[06:09.40] it's just another way to tell the time.
[06:14.49] My darling, Sara
[06:21.56] I was holding your hand when you died
[06:26.56] and even though the failing use of my right hand
[06:29.14] prevented me from feeling you leave.
[06:33.21] I tried.
[06:37.87]
[00:18.46] isn't actually the failing use of my right hand
[00:23.16] it's just another way to tell the time
[00:26.66] and I'm ticking
[00:29.15] so I've been picking myself up at bars
[00:31.66] with a bottle in each hand
[00:33.22] I only make plans with myself for the day after next
[00:39.29] but by the time the sun swings back around into position
[00:43.33] I forget the context of why I asked myself out
[00:46.05] in the first place
[00:48.04] did I think I was going to score?
[00:50.68] I let a stranger pour me one more
[00:54.13] she says
[00:55.62] my name is Sara
[00:57.84] doesn't take much more than that
[01:00.40] to start a relationship
[01:02.98] My darling, Sara
[01:05.47] cleans rooms for a living
[01:07.52] giving her youth and beauty
[01:09.53] to dirt and dust
[01:10.52] understands more than most
[01:11.91] that family must be the foot you put forward first
[01:14.09] you must weather the worst together
[01:16.81] but having neber met her family
[01:19.43] she places love above all else
[01:22.07] then protests that I use the word love
[01:24.05] too freely in poems
[01:26.92] and I should really just say what I mean
[01:30.12] and I suppose what I mean most is that
[01:31.98] I'm trying
[01:33.69] she's been buying me time
[01:35.10] on a maxed out credit card
[01:37.63] arms scarred from selling her own blood
[01:39.76] to pay down the debt
[01:41.86] tells me she doesn't mind going broke
[01:43.39] just so long as I can giver her a little swear
[01:44.82] she says
[01:45.58] try
[01:46.98] so I do my best impression
[01:49.56] of a pen
[01:51.03] and when every problem looks like a page
[01:52.63] I commit ink to paper
[01:54.04] the worth of the words that come out
[01:55.47] determines my wage
[01:56.65] I've been making enough
[01:57.79] to pay her the compliment
[01:58.48] of not quitting.
[02:00.33] of not sitting
[02:02.06] when standing is required
[02:04.10] she only asks that I put the effort n
[02:06.37] and in return she's willing
[02:08.69] to pin a paper heart to her chest
[02:09.61] then do her best impression
[02:11.27] of a target
[02:13.50] She tells me that effort
[02:14.75] is the siamese twin of success
[02:18.74] so when everyone else looks like a wrong answer
[02:20.75] she says she'll settle for being my best guess
[02:23.37] so we lie in bed like a mess
[02:26.37] that someone's been meaning to clean
[02:27.34] for the large part
[02:28.57] of a long while
[02:29.17] we lie there like a pile of dirty laundry
[02:33.28] and how we'll ever come clean
[02:34.33] is beyond me
[02:35.23] so we don't
[02:37.29] she says
[02:38.06] it's supposed to be dirty
[02:39.62] and if by the end you haven't hurt me
[02:42.57] then you didn't try
[02:45.82] so I do my best impression
[02:47.86] of a surgeon
[02:49.80] cutting purple hearts out of my own
[02:51.77] use my veins like thread
[02:54.43] then have hurt sewn to our skin like medals
[02:55.86] because when the bleeding stops
[02:58.36] and that dust settles
[02:59.51] all we have are our wounds
[03:00.89] to wear like decorations
[03:01.83] upon our chest
[03:03.22] Sara does her best impression of a war
[03:06.57] tells me not to count my pride among casualties
[03:08.82] because maybe faith means never keeping score
[03:11.73] she says there's more to effort than just switching gears
[03:15.64] and in terms of what one should give in life
[03:18.13] sweat holds more value than tears
[03:20.29] you have to try
[03:22.19] and even though
[03:24.99] the failing use of my right hand
[03:26.66] means I'll never land a knockout punch
[03:28.06] in the first round
[03:30.13] life is composed of sound and fury
[03:32.94] whatever noise is left in me
[03:36.54] will be twice as loud when I try
[03:38.22] so I plug myself into the idea of going the distance
[03:41.27] and I amplify
[03:42.38] My darling, Sara
[03:47.80] has a throat like a vase
[03:49.34] she sings her words into bloom
[03:50.60] has voice like perfume
[03:53.17] it's been sticking to my clothes
[03:54.96] so everyone knows where I've been sleeping
[03:56.57] she's been keeping me so close
[03:59.67] you could use my body for evidence
[04:01.03] pull her fingerprints as proof
[04:03.40] that she's been on top so often
[04:05.33] she's starting to look like my roof
[04:08.70] but a real sexy roof
[04:11.82] and she doesn't leak
[04:14.83] unless you count the crying
[04:18.75] she does that sometimes
[04:20.64] worries that she's just a back up plan
[04:25.71] My darling, Sara.
[04:28.86] I've lived long enough to learn
[04:30.58] too many choices can destroy a man
[04:32.16] I will make no exodus
[04:35.59] I'll be around long enough
[04:37.57] to watch uncertainty bid us farewell
[04:38.75] the echo our names into the crater
[04:40.48] caused by the impact
[04:42.44] of when our lack of conviction fell
[04:43.53] you've never had to sell me on the idea
[04:46.32] of absolute certainty in the trustworthiness of another
[04:48.58] the first and only time you met my mother
[04:52.58] mom said
[04:53.35] "I like the way she looks at you"
[04:57.96] and I echoed back to her
[04:59.75] that I liked it too.
[05:01.94] eyes like recycle bin blue
[05:04.51] Sara looks at broken things
[05:06.66] as if she can make them new
[05:08.12] more than a few times I've caught her staring
[05:10.97] caught her wearing
[05:13.63] a smile reserved for those busy making plans.
[05:14.78] Sara believes that distance is a fundamental
[05:19.21] that can be side-stepped by a piece of string
[05:21.54] and two tin cans
[05:24.73] and I remember when my tin can rang.
[05:28.91] they said
[05:30.96] there's no family to speak of
[05:32.26] so love is next in line
[05:33.85] and there's not a lot of time but
[05:35.11] she's asking for her boyfriend
[05:39.57] in the cab to the hospital I feel my heart bend
[05:42.42] as if bracing for impact
[05:46.29] so I do my best impression of a man
[05:48.63] and face fact.
[05:50.32] it's supposed to hurt.
[05:54.07] a doctor does his best impression of the truth
[05:55.49] and spares me his attempts to skirt around the issue.
[06:00.60] they can't stop the bleeding
[06:02.81] and the failing use of Sara's heart
[06:06.62] isn't actually
[06:07.92] the failing use of Sara's heart.
[06:09.40] it's just another way to tell the time.
[06:14.49] My darling, Sara
[06:21.56] I was holding your hand when you died
[06:26.56] and even though the failing use of my right hand
[06:29.14] prevented me from feeling you leave.
[06:33.21] I tried.
[06:37.87]