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Everybody's Worried About Owen

There Are Leeches In Denton Lake

 

There Are Leeches In Denton Lake

(album: There Are Leeches In Denton Lake - 2021)


I know that marble eyes shed no tears
They stay dry as the statue falls apart
And there's no point in screaming if
You never wanted to ask for help
My skin is dry and cracked now
I should really moisturize
Is this my statue crumbling beneath my faded jaded marble eyes
Is this the beginning of the end
A final story to read unread

Gas station liqueur's not a catch-all for everything, I know
But it works pretty well in hard times
Hard times are all I've had
Since you walked away and said you didn't want a part in my life
Yes, I'm still grieving, that clock never stops
Because I was alone for so long
And there's a part of me that stays that way
Down to the last, the last fucking drop
And I'm not saying you made a martyr of me
I just need you to know that I'm struggling

And I'm worried that I'm not in the right place
I'm worried there never was one
Picking up the pieces that have fallen off over the years
I think I'm coming undone
No, I've already come undone
I'm searching for something that I'm never gonna find
Like a moth drawing closer to rotten lime-light
Did I have a plan or was it all for show, am I faking it all
If I stop now then where do I go

My complexes are really quite simple
I can't determine my value, without other people
And I can't imagine a world in which I succeed
Without lying down on an alter for strangers to bleed
But I'm not a lamb, I'm a rough cut of meat
And I've only got enough for myself to feed

And I'm worried that I'm not in the right place
I'm worried there never was one
Picking up the pieces that have fallen off over the years
I think I'm coming undone
No, I've already come undone
I'm searching for something that I'm never gonna find
Like a moth drawing closer to rotten lime-light
Did I have a plan or was it all for show, am I faking it all
If I stop now then where do I go

Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?

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