Just Kidding Lyrics

My whole self sinks

When I think of you next year

My insides pressed or threaded

Subject to the sheer

Tension and stretches

Of the driest kind of snow

Davenports and beds

Endings we'll never know

There's a pine scented peace

In ash and week-long drives

Wound but hardly wounded

Under the glossiest of skies

Greyscale Madison

Screened before my eyes

Five years made mineral

Your glasses and granite gaze

Abates and my grounding slips with time

On the dry kind of snow

We stomach loss and shoulder pain

Bargain with ourselves

Bite our tongues in vain

Did you have to doubt devotion?

There are things you can't feign