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Hold Me Up

 

Hold Me Up

(album: Collapser - 2009)


A look at your it hurts, I can't deny that
It makes all the blood and bones melt right out of my knees when you speak
A picture so perfect it's framed with the moon, your face and eucalyptus trees
All of the streetlights are broken tonight
I'm broken down

So let me go with you
I get through days finding ways to feel alright
Be the tape and glue that holds me up
Wanna know where you go when you're not lighting up the night
And taking lows to drunken heights
I can't go home

I grin a crescent moon, it lights the road in a dead valley town
You say "can't imagine my days playing out here
Lawns are so perfect" but you'd be amazed
Can end up here lots of ways
So let me stay with you
I get through days finding ways to feel alright
Be the tape and glue that holds me up
Settled in poured hearts out on the floor
Said on 10th and Grand, I saw a bum leaning up against a door
As we passed him by my only thought could be you
Could be me, we've still got time

April 1 and the ground has just thawed out
The white got black
Pray for rain and an end to March's drought
Tell the ceiling cracks we're the same we got tired of fighting
Slept it off and I woke up writing
Places I've been, the people I've known
Capped the pen, grabbed my bag and headed home

Bottle days so they spill out into night
Scattered thoughts on a page polluting white
I find myself on the kitchen, aim for a couple barks that bite
I scratched your name but nothing came

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