tiny funerals Lyrics

I just keep on hoping today might be the day

Ne parle pas de mal, s'il vous plaît

Planned a 4pm happy hour, why am I'm crying on the bed?

Reset the clock, zero days without incident

We start our descent, a falling plane

All these heartless parking lots look like razor blades

Trace the tributaries through the scape

It's winding of the snake, it's the venom through the vein

I put on my cloak of kinship

Build a billion bridges to you

But you walked in on me naked now

And I cannot dress the truth

I'm starving like a marmot

And you're low hanging fruit

I sink my teeth into you

Wait for the grief to ensue

While a marred martyr marks each passing day

Since he sold his hope of solace for a sad sack of accolades

I'm not the bird in your hand now, and the bush was set to burn

It's the pact that sealed the curse in the backseat of the hearse

My black suit's looking tired

Been worn too many times

Attending our tiny funerals

This heart is formaldehyde

I swear it's been at least a year

Since I've seen the sun shine

The tap on my shoes from the rain

Has nailed my feet in to the mud of our grave