I'm giving up on this. You can
Keep your forced gratitude
Phony half-full attitude, this
Heart's not big enough for two
But outside Baton Rouge
Feel some holy spirit move
Through this empty
Westin fitness room
And back at home
The love provided me
In the MRI machine;
Spectacular array
Luminescent DNA
Aurora yet unseen but
Forever in swarm, a
Magnetic storm of
Northern Lights in my guts
Like what the fuck
I'm giving up on this. You can
Keep your forced gratitude
Fake half-full attitude, this
Heart's not big enough for two
I can't count on you
I can't count on you
I can't count on you
Then when I think I'm in the lurch
Feel a stir back at merch
At the worst black-walled, beer-
Soaked, piss-poached rock hearse
This force under fact
This thing not Nerf
Only weighed and dragged
Watered down by words
Maybe something
Will catch my fall
Down goes on and on
But then up comes dawn
I'm giving up on this. You can
Keep your forced gratitude
Fake half-full attitude, this
Heart's not big enough for two
Hey, can I count on you?
Can I count on you?
I can't count on you
“Just this. Only now
Breathing in. Breathing out.”
Whatever's heaven even
Transmitted to receiver
Listen, it whispers through
The old rotted out gray tooth
I'm giving up on this. You can
Keep your forced gratitude
Fake half-full attitude, this
Heart's not big enough for two
I can't count on you
Can I count on you?
Can I count on you?
I'm giving up on this
Keep your forced gratitude
Fake half-full attitude
Down the stairs at dawn
Holding onto the rail
I stumble into song
Behind the veil
Maybe something
Will catch my fall
Down goes on and on
But then up comes dawn
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