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pigeon pit - apple lyrics

[intro]
we’re rolling people

[verse 1]
you lit a fire in the wood+stove, and i noticed
that you grew your hair back out
past your sunburnt shoulders
a crushed clove of garlic in a spoonful of honey
it’s hard to figure out all the ways you’ve been hurt
i’ll meet your green eyes
in the dead grass with your backpack
and feel the words get stuck in my throat
but your mouth is bleeding in the back seat
you can’t stop laughing at me
swerving down the road
but who needs a headrest
with a shoulder blade to catch you, do you?
122 hours here left, i’m gonna figure you out, darling
when the h+ll did these 18 inches evеr get so far apart?
running back and forth like a nitrous charge:
mеntal prison, crazy arms

[verse 2]
i watched you climbing out the window
p+ssing in a snow bank
we won’t be here long, that’s fine
close your eyes, tag along
another winter walk around the block
i’ll take all i’m gonna get out of our little fever dream
like how could i ever try to tell you sh+t about a family?
with that little shop of horrors that you come from:
homeless in fresno, california
i find god in how you let your trouble roll on by
though certain things stay with you
and now i’m grinning in my handcuffs
dripping with the moment
locking eyes with people who could k!ll me
and who wanted to
screaming “you can’t k!ll an idea”
i’ll stay out all night if i have to
to find the love was right there waiting for me all along
to grasp like a holstered service weapon
[verse 3 + lomes, bo, lomes & bo]
everything in its place
attempts at language just melt away
colors more vivid than i’ve ever seen them
splash across your face
settle in for them good news
you die a little bit every day
a kid with nothing to lose
screaming down eastern parkway
everything in its place
colors vivid as i’ve ever seen them
until you open up your car door
and watch a body take flight
like you never thought a human could
with love i watched you driving away
all the murder in your eyes
mangled bodies on the back porch
a drink for every close call, every tortured, winding night
and when that cruel dark melts into morning
i’ll wish you good luck out there in the street
maybe kids who live the way we do
were never meant to live so long
you walk that thin line between light and leaving

- pigeon pit lyrics

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