I'm releasing some music on youtube to celebrate turning 20. I'd be recording the songs more professionally, but my firewire has pulled a disappearing act on me.
Brittle Back
Come on, the town is winding up
The state of things seem much, much worse
When you're here, when you're gone
You'll stay home without a thought
It's more than just the makeup on your face
It's the weariness of sleeping much too late
And each bone, and each crack
Weighs on your brittle, tired back
Your face is getting thinner
You look older every year
And with every swallowed finger
You get closer to our fears
And you don't want us to help you
But I don't think that we can
I can write whatever I want
You have reached the point where we write you off
Is it cruel? Is it kind?
To lie down for peace of mind?
I would love you, but I don't know you
I could try to, but we'll be gone soon
Your face is getting thinner
You look older every year
And with every childish gesture
Pretty soon you won't be here
And you don't want us to help you
But it's doubtful that we can
It's not like you're forgotten
You'll be a picture in my hand
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