You're Trailing Yourself-Kevin Devine

[ti:You're Trailing Yourself] [ar:Kevin Devine] [al:Put Your Ghost To Rest] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]You're Trailing Yourself - Kevin Devine [00:08.32]The sputter and blink a streetlamp [00:12.08]Makes you taller then shrinks you then splits you in half [00:16.77]So you're trailing yourself [00:19.09] [00:19.84]On the walk to the pay phone [00:23.59] [00:25.40]Your pocket's weighted down with quarters [00:28.71]In the hope that no ones home [00:31.60] [00:33.66]You spray paint cinnamon on vines [00:37.41] [00:38.29]And key the cars you pass by [00:40.79] [00:41.60]Your ears burn and your voice don't sound right [00:45.85] [00:53.41]So you spend the next week playing weekend [00:56.60] [00:57.79]Rolling three men alone in the dark in your kitchen [01:02.58]Your apartment can't talk so it's safe for your secrets [01:09.07] [01:11.32]All the stories you've invested with a masochist menacing meaning [01:18.01] [01:19.51]Those tired tricks that you play [01:22.57] [01:24.08]To graft a life to your name [01:27.02]And you know It's not yours but for now it's okay [01:31.39] [02:10.88]You wake and cut your initials in cheap glass [02:15.20]To mark a space for yourself when you're time here is passed [02:20.07]And you're drifted and done trading danger for distance [02:26.70] [02:28.94]And all those rocks that rope your neck [02:32.07]Are finally nameless and weightless and faceless [02:35.64] [02:36.89]And you'll strip the sting from those stains [02:40.20] [02:41.32]That bleed the life from your face [02:44.39]And your cheeks will burn red on that pure perfect day