August spent your basement apartment
I fell through your floor, cradle and all
I fell through your floor
But I can't spill through your fist
Until my hands are solid white
My lungs are buckled tight together
My sliding drawl is like a cannonball
I'll slur myself to sleep outside your door
There's a ghost way up the Northeast coast
Then it'll break your heart harder than I could ever
And that ghost claws at my arms
It makes me do wrong, it makes me do wrong
And it pushes you down and rattles the walls
And it's sorry, it's sorry, it's sorry
So even though it's cold
And it breaks apart your bones
It's floating urgently outside your door
When you spoke
When you speak broken on your knees
I'm a joke
I'm asleep, please
Please, please, please, please
I'll be on my feet if you want me
I'll be on my feet if you need
I'll be on my feet if you want me to be, hey
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