Hart Island, Ny

Wish I could be more specific, but I just can’t shake this radioactive nerve,
phosphorous burn in my stomach
If I ever was or I wasn’t — hangs deceptive like telephone lines when you need
them most
And the pause between the click and the tone?
That’s where you’ll find me hiding in sight, singing
Oh no, is the weather getting better or am I just losing my mind
One note at a time?
I can feel my years running me through so I cauterize my wounds and move on
«They're just lucky charms, son»
(But) it feels like lately all I see is death and coriolis effect in the world
passing by me in filmstrip timing
But I’m just the flash between the frames in the movie
With ‘reading my last rites' being God just gone sight seeing
Oh no, is the weather getting better or am I just losing my mind
One note at a time?
I can feel my years running me through so I cauterize my wounds and move on
I swore there’s something to be said about someone singing the words and
actually meaning them
But truth be told? I don’t believe in a God damn thing most anymore
Save for words and their chords, and the locks on my doors when I’m asleep on
the floor I grew up on daydreaming
Oh no, is the weather getting better or am I just losing my mind one note at a
time?
I can feel my years running me through
Oh, I can feel my years running me through
Oh, I can feel these years running me through so I cauterize my wounds and move
on