Regret hit me like a foreign disease
All the warning signs that I should have seen
All the nights that you spent hunting the ghost in your being
All the scattered parts of a human being
Hope it takes you somewhere
I know this is nowhere
Hope it takes you somewhere
I know this is nowhere
But I'll be a bugwings bouquet someday
A slowly welling cough unbroken
I am out of luck and funds of course
A gallery of what might have been ever growing
I'll never trust what's hidden in your trundlehorse
Hope it takes you somewhere
I know this is nowhere
I'm hungry I need some air
Give me your mouth give me your chair
And your chin
And your knees
And your laugh
Something is off here.
But I like it!
credits
from FLUKE,
released March 7, 2017
Violin: Spencer Nyarady
Percussion: Ashwin Iyengar
Guitar: Baylor Odabashian
Vocals: Baylor Odabashian, Spencer Nyarady + Noor Al-Samarrai
Words: Baylor Odabashian, Spencer Nyarady + Noor Al-Samarrai
Songwriting: Baylor Odabashian
Production, Mixing, Mastering: Baylor Odabashian
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