I Felt Like Fire
by teethforteeth
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Digital Album
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Hold Out Your Hand
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Daisy
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Breathing Patterns
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What We Remember
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released 26 May 2012
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- Track Name: Hold Out Your Hand
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We've put our fingers together to build you a spine, to pull yourself up, to pull yourself out of this hospital bed.
Sickness is a coward hiding still in this room.
Lungs can rust with your bones and paper skin--slow, like the sadness that lowers itself in.
We've put our fingers together to build you a spine, to pull yourself up, to pull yourself out of this hospital bed.
Sickness is a coward hiding still in this room.
Can you hear him calling when you're lying at your worst?
Is he tugging at your arms?
Is he tearing from your neck?
Do your hands seem undefined? I can shade them in.
I can stop the sun from setting! I can pump a heart with my hand!
Try to remember how it feels.
If you need the memory you can have mine.
Don't say this is life.
Words aren't made of stone.
They can bend and break.
You can dismiss them, my good intentions.
They can bend and break.
...Bend and break!
As your body turns against you and the medicine makes you worse,
You're appetite is gone, and your speech, it pours slow.
Your memory will collect and fling us like stones.
[I ask you] "What's it like to die?"
And you reply:
"All goes onward." - Track Name: Katherine Has a Heavy Heart
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It's only when you're alone,
Only when all eyes are closed,
That you pray to God that someone is still thinking of you with the lengths you've gone to be forgotten.
But all those days are buried in a small place.
You can feel it if you hold your hand straight to my chest and feel it protrude--unsightly and bare!
Just know that everything is just fine.
I still think of you every day,
And I like to think the same of you.
Tell Grace she looks like an angel. - Track Name: Daisy
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And if my dreams decide not to float, I'll drink until I gasp for air.
Now I'm submerged, but I've never felt better.
God, it's so easy to sit and die.
Would you breathe for me if I stop here?
And if my dreams decide not to sail, I'll sink into myself.
Oh, well, it's just one more drink. What the hell, give me another.
I can. I can breathe under water.
Kept safe behind locked doors where no one can see, I lift that bottle up and drink from me.
I don't need your help; I'll be just fine.
And I've been falling so long there's a chance the end may not come.
And if I'm a coward, so be it. My eyes will adjust; my skin will grow to be thick.
This, this is how we make men into ghosts. - Track Name: The Same Look, the Same Bed
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And I've been keeping close.
It's 6:45 a.m., and direction's the only thing to hide from myself, from everyone.
My friends are dying; well, at least it's how I've come to know them.
Take this to heart; take it from me: missing everyone makes it hard to believe that everyone was once better except me.
I'm drifting far but stuck in between.
A damaged part of a stressed memory, who we were will again never be.
My friends are dying; well, at least it's how I've come to know them.
Take this to heart; take it from me: missing everyone makes it hard to believe that everyone was once better except me.
And I can't rely on this, but I always will.
(I hope all is well. I always will.)
Despite my doubt that anyone gets anything that's deserved,
I've been hoping that this entire town gets buried beneath the dirt. - Track Name: It's Why You Haven't Put on Your Jacket
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Standing in the door frame,
The paint running off her water-colored bones stained the carpet and he wood beneath,
Brightened this piss-stained apartment and the palms of my hands.
These patches on her clothes and through her skin, well that's all holds her together.
She already tried to kill herself a year ago, and she failed at that, too.
She's passing like fevers from friends to friends.
I wouldn't hesitate if I thought I could make it better.
I've only these words to offer, and still those get stuck in my throat.
Still it's why you haven't put on your jacket, and her heart sank--fleeting from the sincerity of the moment. - Track Name: What We Remember
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Let's bleed this town to a better backdrop!
A white picket of sticks and stones that held us from the start,
One day it'll cave right in, and you'll be stuck mumbling to yourself .
Today I died!
Today I woke!
Like breathing for the first time.
Move and swell with expectations.
I keep flipping through these paper friends.
Today I died!
Today I woke!
Like breathing...
We’re so sunken now, there’s no telling us apart. We are just parasites by word of mouth.
I want to know who I am and not just mouth the words.
I found disdain in my silence, but it's lost its worth.
If it’s a song, I’ll sing like it's something I've heard.
Well, when our ignorance was passive, we found bliss in our defeat.
We sold ourselves better lies to make it easier to breathe.
You're bleeding on my Sunday shoes!
I'm being dragged to the bottom screaming:
"Only dead fish swim with the stream!" - Track Name: Find Comfort. Find Sleep.
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She fell and hit the carpet with what's in these blue drinks they offer.
They fly to her as vultures disguised as men.
They hide their hands behind their backs and retract their eyes into their heads.
And their laughter grew louder.
And their claws grew more shine.
She lay just as averted as our eyes.
You're such a pretty girl.
And the birds dispersed.
She was left taking shallow breaths.
"I lifted you off the ground. I carried you home; I lay you down."
But I hadn't noticed those mirrors in your head.
Engulfed in their dilation, I see portraits of myself.
I'm screaming a bright, loud kind of self-loathing,
Demanding just to be felt and begging for a house fire!
Find comfort. Find sleep.
Today, I found black feathers in my bed,
And my toes were fused together.
So I staggered to her door.
"I'm sorry. I should've done more. I can tell you want to shiver alone."
Don't forget it was I who saved you; it was I who carried you home.
But I doubt your cracked skin will let you!
Don't forget it was I who saved you; don't forget it was I who carried you home.
But I'll keep these memories intact!
And my laughter grew louder.
And my claws grew more shine.
I lay just as averted as her eyes.
I hope all your walls are painted with comfort and every sweater and shirt you put on is just the same.
I hope the rest of your life is beautiful, no matter where you decide to spend it.
(Find your own sleep in your own bed. Lie still I can tell you want to shiver alone and leave.)
