Twenty - Troubled Coast

Chances are, it’s on the west coast

Chances are, it gets you home

So let’s find a reason you’re a wreck when you’re alone

It’s those warm pacific nights

In your favorite summer dress

Swimming without words through grace and gestures of regret

Like the fox under the hunter’s gun

You were the death I couldn’t stand to turn away from

For twenty something years

What did you do?

Well, words can’t describe the way

Your fingers wrapped around his sad, little throat

What did you say?

Only you’d come back soon

Just another of your lies that made me want you more

Don’t fuck this up

So let’s find a reason you’re a wreck when you’re alone

Forgot, too young

White lined, black lungs

Living for nothing

First make me understand

I think I’m starting to believe

First make me understand

I think I’m feeling gravity

But calling it your voice

Mistook identity and chance and called it grace

So make me understand

I think I’m losing hope tonight

So maybe without words it seeped into your bedroom walls

Went through your lying teeth with whiskey down your throat

And you know how you are

Always the grace of God when you know that I don’t and that I gave that up