Cast you from my conscience
Like a guilt that weighs me down
Sever all the anchors
Keeping my mouth in a frown
Spewing new promises
To make up for ones you broke
You're just backpedaling
So you don't get snared in the spokes
You need pills
To feel whole
A black hole
Wishing well
Shot glass half
Full of hell
I tried to kick your habit
Tried to make you see the light
But you preferred the blackout
Of analgesic anthracite
We made love in a graveyard
On a weathered-blank headstone
Like we were christening
Your dream destination home
You need pills
To feel whole
A black hole
Wishing well
Shot glass half
Full of hell
Feel like a wishing well
Caught in a draught
Blind faith leading
All-seeing doubt
Unequally yoked
And the fields are unplowed
I'm unwhole
A dry well
Stained glass full
Of fresh-mulled hell
I am null
A broken spell
Free of my pull
I wish you well
Can’t wish you whole
I’ll wish you well
The Seams' jangly pop is full of lovely melodic twists and elegant turns-of-phrases delineating the quotidian details of love and romance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2018
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