Sangtekster for The Receiving End Of Sirens: Shirtsleeves

Shirtsleeves


Words fail her
Why bother trying to pass off your offense as a good defense? he says,
"please don't treat me like a lawyer sweetie
There will be time for shouting matches"

So he writes - last option
Keeps him cornered in
The need for more stays pressing,
But he can't force the pen
For every blot of ink a word is lost pierced skin/new melody
And if these lines stay blank they'll lead to no where

She starves for attention
He has hungry mouths to feed
Dietary habits seen [to her]
As born of apathy
He starves for attention
She has hungry mouths to feed
Emaciated, both will dream
Of times they felt less empty

Under his breath:
"like guests and presidents,
My words were not welcome where they could not stay"
Their arguments plotted concentric circles
Ending up bulls-eyes over his ribcage

She starves for attention
He has hungry mouths to feed
Dietary habits seen [to him]
As born of apathy
She starves for attention
He has hungry mouths to feed
Emaciated, both will dream
Of times they felt less empty

I need to believe in these dripping organs sutured to my sleeves
I want to scream with every dream [out loud] you'd never dare to breath
Two-fourtwo-four i can't breathe
Two-four two-four (i cannot breathe)

She starves for attention
He has hungry mouths to feed
Dietary habits seen [to her]
As born of apathy
He starves for attention
She has hungry mouths to feed
Emaciated, both will dream
Of times they felt less empty







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