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(From the album: Honey Are You Ready For the Ballet?)

So close I can taste it and I think I'll go mad.
I stick out my tongue everything just tastes bad.
That taste in my mouth sounds a lot like my Dad.
It says, "All I can give you was all that I had."

So it's all about words now and how their distorting.
That sound in your heads just a different recording.
You look like the one with the yellowy eye.
You tell me you need me I know it's a lie.

That finger's still pointing and looking for dust.
That bikes still chained up outside covered in rust.
I chopped all my wood but forgot to get water.
I rise with the sun 'cause I slept with your daughter.

Prewar contact.
We all want her back.
That great white shark bite keeps bringing me back.

So I learned that sometimes things begin where they end.
Yesterday's fight was the day before's friend.
I proofread a lot now before I hit send.
I like to say fuck but I hate to offend.

I worked through that minefield so I could get bombed.
I took 12 steps toward where I thought I belonged.
Spent so much time talking about things that were wrong.
I never thought life would be so goddamn long.

There's a brick in my oven and there's bread in my loving.
A whistle just blew and my friends are all boarding.
I'm nervous and scared. I'm sad and I'm free.
I ask it who's there it says, "No one, just me."

Prewar contact.
We all want her back.
That great white shark bite keeps bringing me back.

Photos by Matt Roth