from by Butterknife



buried beneath silvery sheets of medicine, the conversation runs aground. i can't believe silhouettes and interference. it's safe to say this is a low. waiting for a signal from you that never comes. i swear the clocks are dialing back. silence building, chokes the air inside my lungs. exhale and exit, fade to black and then i'm blank. every time. every single time. too much fighting, too much wine. so show me your disappearing act. we collide. forget about secrets. i smile so hard and wait to die for a little while. let's drink one down to calm our shaking hands, then turn around and walk a thousand paces. you're on the attack. i don't look back. it's not a mistake, please don't hesitate. what will you do without an enemy to run to? every time. every single time. too much fighting to rewind.


from Attractions, released November 16, 2013



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