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Frictional Damage

from When The Light Burns Out by Handguns

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We all get lost in our mid to late twenties. Acknowledging that nothing is ever good as what It seems. Accepting the notion that things will get better, but I beg to differ. The floor fell from beneath me, so I made a new basement. There’s nothing to lay on, so I keep my eyes open. There’s ghosts all around me, demons in my head. This life’s a fucking nightmare, will it ever fucking end? I thought I was just in a bad mood, I realize now it’s just always been you. Won’t sing along to your siren song. Thought your hope was a beacon, but it burnt out like a bulb. No, I won’t sink, I’ll drift along, and if I capsize, I’ll spew saltwater from my own lungs. I put my trust in this, was it all on vein? We’ll go up in smoke, you’ll go down in flame. I never said that this house wasn’t haunted, cold spots cut like mornings in autumn. I never double back on a promise, you’re a leech with teeth like broken bottles. Won’t sing a long to your siren songs, your hope was just a beacon that burnt out like a light bulb and I won’t sink, I’ll drift a long and if I capsize, I’ll kick, scream, tread water until I’m gone. I won’t sing a long to the same song that led me on.

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from When The Light Burns Out, released January 1, 2020

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