Blues to the Island Lyrics

We were a joke on the porch, passing smoke back and forth, shitty timing

Three stems of aster, a dried up disaster all left in the binding

Papa is that you, or the hairpin bulb loose in the dining?

I don't need to be reminded I'm dying

Antidepressant, sedated the second I look at him smiling

Biblical name, go on, fill me with shame, I got a silver lining

He takes off his shoes, carries me through the blues to the island

We're almost there but I still have dreams where I wake from your bedroom, crying

Falling asleep at the wheel and I'll die before dialing

New year resolve to be nice (again), Momma I'm trying

Take me back, Ana, the library, manifesting something more exciting

What I would give to go back there and live in the pages of your handwriting