Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Sprained Ankle Julien Baker

Sprained Ankle Julien Baker

Wish I could write songs about anything other than death
But I can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off
Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs
Spilling my guts Sweat on a microphone, breaking my voice
Whenever I'm alone with you, can't talk but "Isn't this weather nice?
Are you okay?" Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?
A sprinter learning to wait.
 A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained
A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained

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