• Float On
  • Dashboard
  • The World at Large
  • Ocean Breathes Salty
  • The View
  • Bukowski
  • Missed the Boat
  • Bury Me With It
  • The Good Times Are Killing Me
  • Fire It Up
  • Satin in a Coffin
  • One Chance
  • Dance Hall
  • Black Cadillacs
  • Blame It On The Tetons
  • 3rd Planet
  • Gravity Rides Everything
  • March Into the Sea
  • Paper Thin Walls
  • Little Motel
  • This Devil's Workday
  • Florida
  • Interlude (Milo)
  • We've Got Everything
  • Parting of the Sensory
  • Dark Center of the Universe
  • Education
  • People as Places as People
  • Fly Trapped in a Jar
  • I Came as a Rat
  • Spitting Venom
  • Wild Packs of Family Dogs
  • A Different City
  • Dramamine
  • Perfect Disguise
  • Alone Down There
  • Steam Engenius
  • Tiny Cities Made of Ashes
  • Invisible
  • The Cold Part
  • Lives
  • The Stars Are Projectors
  • What People Are Made Of
  • Life Like Weeds
  • Heart Cooks Brain
  • Trailer Trash
  • Doin' the Cockroach
  • Lampshades on Fire
  • Bankrupt on Selling
  • Polar Opposites

And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you抎 met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been
I wish I could have told you all?In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds
You're a rock to me
I know where you're from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I抣l breath
In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me
All this talkin?all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothin?left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
So you think you've figured out everything
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
All this talkin?all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothing left to breathe
Up until there's nothin?left to speak.
Up until the better parts of space
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