The Raw And Searing Flesh — текст песни (Lawrence Arms)

i never want to see you
in the raw and searing flesh
i don`t ever want to hear you
singing softly to the dead
i never want to feel your skin
running warm along my side
i don`t ever want to sink that way again
it would be easier to die
to die

i`m tending the parts of my frustrations
burning leaves on buried dreams
kneeling in to rake the ashes
i`m in the rain, it`s colder out
my hands are free,
my lungs are proud
your forgivness is a failing fiction
your forgivness is a failing fiction
these flames have never burned so high
i won`t be starting in your eyes

i`m trying hard to remember
the way the smoke drifts through the air
we`ll all be dead come november
four months out of every year
every year
(every year)

i won`t be staring in your eyes
every year