wish i could write songs about anything other than death but i can t go to bed without drawing the red shaving off breaths each one so heavy each one so cumbersome each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs spilling my guts sweat on a microphone breaking my voice whenever i m alone with you can t talk but isn t this weather nice are you okay should i go somewhere else and hide my face a sprinter learning to wait a marathon runner my ankles are sprained a marathon runner my ankles are sprained