[Intro]

We're rolling people

[Verse 1]

You lit a fire in the wood-stove, and I noticed

That you grew your hair back out

Past your sunburnt shoulders

A crushed clove of garlic in a spoonful of honey

It's hard to figure out all the ways you’ve been hurt

I’ll meet your green eyes

In the dead grass with your backpack

And feel the words get stuck in my throat

But your mouth is bleeding in the back seat

You can't stop laughing at me

Swerving down the road

But who needs a headrest

With a shoulder blade to catch you, do you?

122 hours here left, I'm gonna figure you out, darling

When the hell did these 18 inches evеr get so far apart?

Running back and forth like a nitrous charge:

Mеntal prison, crazy arms

[Verse 2]

I watched you climbing out the window

Pissing in a snow bank

We won't be here long, that's fine

Close your eyes, tag along

Another winter walk around the block

I’ll take all I'm gonna get out of our little fever dream

Like how could I ever try to tell you shit about a family?

With that little shop of horrors that you come from:

Homeless in Fresno, California

I find god in how you let your trouble roll on by

Though certain things stay with you

And now I’m grinning in my handcuffs

Dripping with the moment

Locking eyes with people who could kill me

And who wanted to

Screaming “you can’t kill an idea”

I’ll stay out all night if I have to

To find the love was right there waiting for me all along

To grasp like a holstered service weapon

[Verse 3 - Lomes, Bo, Lomes & Bo]

Everything in its place

Attempts at language just melt away

Colors more vivid than I've ever seen them

Splash across your face

Settle in for them good news

You die a little bit every day

A kid with nothing to lose

Screaming down eastern parkway

Everything in its place

Colors vivid as I've ever seen them

Until you open up your car door

And watch a body take flight

Like you never thought a human could

With love i watched you driving away

All the murder in your eyes

Mangled bodies on the back porch

A drink for every close call, every tortured, winding night

And when that cruel dark melts into morning

I’ll wish you good luck out there in the street

Maybe kids who live the way we do

Were never meant to live so long

You walk that thin line between light and leaving