Songtext
Bless my bones, I was on my way
Feeling cultured like the good ol days
Hardly could believe a life so made
But the more I think about it
The more I think I might be dead
Mortal coil on a dinner plate
Hell, one portion ain't enough to taste
Belly achin while the meal all wastes
Now the more I think about it
The more I feel it all just
Inching away
Year as a day
Holding it over 'till older and grey
Heart full of doubt, head full of sound
Comfy and cozy and ripe for the ground
*guitar*
This was a moment that felt to me foreign
But this was the moment that clarity came
This was the moment to pivot and face
Carving a way before it's too late
Alright, alright
Yeah, sure, dwelling on it ain't no good
It's just the less I try to think about it
The more I think about it
Bless my bones, sure, I'm on my way
But the less I try to think about it
The more I think about it
Inching away
Caught in a wave
Hopin for shore while the anchors away
Head's run aground, heart's in the sound
Begging your pardon while happily drowned
Come on
*guitar*
This was the moment I found what I stole from me
This was the moment I stole back a taste
This was the moment for sifting and culling
Yeah, this was the owning to much I had feigned
See now the omen, the harbinger's totem
It's carved with dolorem and gloria dei
This is for all those I left by the way
Inch out your fate before you're too late
*more intense guitar*
We sat and chewed the cud
You said "I give up!"
And you put the box back underneath
What was it you were looking for?
Was it closure or just a place to sink your teeth?
Come on, I'll give you a hand
You gotta give em a hand
Come on give em a hand
You gotta give em a hand