[ Featuring the Deserters ]
Lord it all
These covers you can work back
Lord it all
These colors you can work back, work back
Work back, work back, work back
Doesn't it surprise you to hear what the doctor ordered
To say it that way is a sad cliche and you can feel it to the bricks and mortar
They don't play songs
For the center of things
They choose their words
Very carefully wrong you know
No one could say it
'Cause you can't name it: it's a grunt, it's a cry, it's a scream
Ugly bickering
Complicating your afternoon
'I'm sorry' makes me feel like I did a witchcraft
Like I hid in your life and I willed its momentum to hurt you
We can't steer time
For each other now
I can't steer mine, so what the hell am I supposed to say
That's not Grief Trafficking
That's not False Equivalence
Or an equally popular phrase
Sincere, embarrassing
Because it smashes your feelings with mine
