i left you a voicemail: "fuck, i miss you"
i swore off your name, removed it from my mind
but two days later i pulled up outside of your old home
and i tried your front door... it was open
buried inside beneath the dust
were 16 years of skeletons
so i cleaned your closet in a daze
you know, the mess had always bothered me
then I stepped back outside with my head down
searching for a thought like metal on the shore
but two days later, crying in my room with the shades drawn
i imagine i am resting with you
buried beneath the dirt and grime
now i'm lost inside my own mind
where we're climbing the ladder to the roof
of our old boarding school
with some paper cups and a box of wine
too little cares, and too much time
i run my fingers through your hair
i feel your breath warm my neck
then i climb back downstairs with my arms cold
your memory a blur; your voice miles away
two seconds later i wake up inside of my own room
and i know that i have to follow you
and hide beneath the dust
feel it filling up my lungs
feel the wind running through my hair
feel it filling up my lungs
(let's get lost on the wrong side of sin)
(i couldn't tell you where that line begins)
(but the end is clear) i don't know why
the other side of myself keeps me waiting
but i hold it dear and close, but never safe
i keep it locked down and sober
wait until it boils over
into my head dead two days later
so i choose to dream and leave it alone
the end is something that i'll never know
have one more drink but this time alone
leave everything to the imagination
I'LL SIT AND WATCH THE WORLD PASS ME BY
JUST HOLDING ON TO THE IDEA THAT I'M ALIVE
BUT WHAT IS LIVING IF NOT A CHANCE TO DIE
A compilation of Nathan Williams' oddball, sample-led brainstorms. A sonic romp through doo-wop, folk, Cambodian pop and psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2017