(still fucking up // stave above it)

Hello
My throat died from all these years of screaming
And meaning all of its' decay
Well I built this one for the dreamers
And god bless
Cause I'm the brick and mortar that they're measured against

It's like my mind is crushed diamonds
And my heart is narcotic
I fell asleep one autumn
And I woke up in the Sun Belt
In the Charter Oaken coffin I was promised
Said I'd be long gone and forgotten
Like a cold war dead relic
The last throat poet from the Constitution State

You can say goodbye to our good names
Pledge our allegiance away
And lay me down to sleep
And if you've come to dig our graves
At least don't make the same mistakes that we did
One day I just might get this

Deathwish
Stuttering crisis and debris to save our little scene
I gave you all my favorite words
Those 'shooting stars' were part of me
My sense of cardiology's whats been keeping me alive
This whole time has been all daring and courage
All iron endurance
All pride swallowing affairs out on the town
Rocking Columbian neck ties with Glasgow smiles
While most of my good manners are stolen from better scribes

You can say goodbye to our good names
Pledge our allegiance away
And lay me down to sleep
And if you've come to dig ours graves
At least don't make the same mistakes that we did
One day you'll get it:

We're just local anesthetic anyway
That's what they say
We're just local anesthetic anyway
That's just what they say

And you said
I'd be long dead and forgotten by now
The last throat poet from the Constitution State

You can say goodbye to our good names
Pledged our allegiance away and learned to live with our mistakes
And if you've come to dig our graves
That's ok
'We're just local anesthetic anyway'
I hope you feel better