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video i made using clips of old films from the prelinger archives on archive.org.

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I was drunk I didn't let on
As I stood before your door at dawn
Guess I might have awakened the dogs
Cause the shadows started coughing them out

So I put my hands into my hair
And I pulled and let it hurt
There's a light going out somewhere
Thought I could hear it through the woods

That held the house together
That kept me out here in the cold
I knew the sun was gonna change the weather
But it was looking like she never would show

I was jamming my hands in my pockets
And I was thinking about throwing a stone
But if I had the courage I knew that I'd lost it
I was too scared to walk myself home

So I lit out on a concrete rail
And I made my way through the dead park
I could still hear the cicadas wailing
As the morning fog rolled off the dark

I had the whole night in my lungs
I was breathing so hard and so fast
I scored one for the catholic girls
And I tried to stuff it all in a box

You know the kind that comes with a key
You can throw in the lake or bury somewhere
I thought about the kid you knew but for me
And how he held onto that lock of your hair

He kept it tied up in a sad rubber band
In his dresser draw on the right side
Now he walks around with strands of you all over him
As if you were still spending the night

I was jamming my hands in my pockets
I swear I was zero at the bone
If I felt my courage was making a come back
I was drunk I didn't let on

Cause I was doing like my Pa said I've always done
I was trying to rise back from the dead
Saying all those ghost prayers before the storm
Hoping God won't hit me over the head

I guess I was out for revelations
I was kicking out against the darkness
I had dew all over my body
From sleeping in a ball under a park bench

I was so sure I would never make it
I remember like it happened only yesterday
I don't know why I'm still holding on to it
Don't hearts break nearly every other day

When you try and make the sweetness last
Cause everything happens so fast
And you're waiting with half-dry eyes
For something to fall or for something to rise