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ivan rivers - grappling with a feeling lyrics

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mumbling scripture to myself
in my apartment downtown
in the west end
raindrops on my blue can
on the rooftop with johnson
we’re getting wasted

missing those mornings out in mildmay
fighting the cold husks at your mom’s place
when we had passion
living, moaning inspiration
woollen hats and peach+fuzz faces
yeah, we took action

there was nothing said those times
that’s worth repeating
the earth was fresh in our smooth palms
yeah, we were t++thing
grappling with a feeling
grappling with a feeling

grappling with a feeling

when that mystic keg was tapped
that flowed us on our path
against forever
with our high school wounds behind us
wе were supple, dumb, and pious
but wе were tethered
professor creet taught me that pain
is something you stow away
and that you build on
a secret shame, an awry ruse
sketching purple on a bruise
you held her hand once

there was nothing said those times
that’s worth repeating
the earth was fresh in our smooth palms
yeah, we were t++thing
grappling with a feeling
grappling with a feeling

grappling with a feeling
grappling with a feeling

with my father in tow
i’d flip on the daily show
at the day’s end
we’d both pass out on the couches
by lullaby of stewart shouting
from manhattan

when i pass out at this place
computer dimming on my face
i feel it happen
a dull powdering of snow
some bright light, now worn+out glow
that i am trapped in
there was nothing said those nights
that’s worth repeating
the earth was sound in your wise palms
yeah, we were healing
grappling with a feeling
grappling with a feeling

grappling with a feeling
grappling with a feeling

- ivan rivers lyrics

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