st anthony by vampire deer

6 of 8 of lucky 7

talking to your own shadow until you want to quit
going through all the things that were said but you can't get ahold of it
the mermaids turn into sirens, the streets turn into caves
and you don't have anyone but yourself you can save

st anthony won't help you find yourself
he's naming all the devils on your shelf

call me on the telephone and make the drama clear
well, i don't know where you're at but i'm sure it isn't here
i only want you for the usual selfish man type things
and i've got no hope for what tomorrow brings

i can feel it crushing you again

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posted by pyramid termite