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Milk Crates

de Pigeon Pit

Like a dog tugging on a rope
I don't even know-

Is that a tree?

Like a dog tugging on a rope
I don't even know where I'd go if they let go
In my selfish narrow mindedness
They put up a chain link fence
Now there's nothing I can do but bark my head off

But we're not fucking playing
I got these teeth for a reason
I know that it's life or death, I can't forget it
I lie down and you kiss my forehead
I tell you I'm just fucking exhausted from work
I don't wanna get drunk, I don't wanna go out
It feels like survival just isn't enough, is it?

The winter passes
My jaw unclenches
The ferns outside my window learn to open up

And there are things in your life
That you were made to run away from
But it's not your grief, or your pain
Or any other kind of love
I let go of my hold on a happy ending
When you're backed into a corner. There's no horizon
Where I once felt despair now I feel free

I put my trust in broken milk crates
Underneath the trestle by the vet's hall, a call for help in markal
I found your mouth under the blankets
This might be the last night I can taste country duets and inhalants

I put my trust in broken milk crates
Underneath the trestle by the vet's hall, a call for help in markal
I found your mouth under the blankets
This might be the last night I can taste country duets and inhalants

I put my trust in broken milk crates (no job, no place to get away from)
Underneath the trestle by the vet's hall, a call for help in markal (I've been to a world worth living in)
I found your mouth under the blankets (no rent, no lies to memorize)
This might be the last night I can taste country duets and inhalants (no fucked up world to drown out)

I put my trust in broken milk crates (no job, no place to get away from)
Underneath the trestle by the vet's hall, a call for help in markal (I've been to a world worth living in)
I found your mouth under the blankets (no rent, no lies to memorize)
This might be the last night I can taste country duets and inhalants (no fucked up world to drown out)

No job, no place to get away from
I've been to a world worth living in
No rent, no lies to memorize
No fucked up world to drown out

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