Dreams Live 1997 - Dump Him

When the rain washes you clean

I feel more obscene than ever

Disembodied monotone

Prayers that feelings sever

I notice my confoundingness

And fall short —

Finally confess

And all my friends are sick of hearing this

In static absence i’ll admit

My hesitant

Rituals, self-punishment

An insincere peace of mind

Tarot in a trying time:

It’s comforting

Call me heartless or call me honest

I don’t care, it’s clear i’ve lost it

On the back road, bleary eyed in august

And i wouldn’t do it the same

And now what’s the difference?

Inconspicuous and diffident —

A self-inflicted hindrance

Abetted by distance

I will not cry i will not run

I will sit with what this has become

Can i still ameliorate?

I dwell and i exacerbate

Til i abandon myself

Decline to solicit help

And for once

I have nothing

To say

Call me heartless or call me honest

I don’t care, it’s clear i’ve lost it

On the back road, bleary eyed in august

And i wouldn’t do it the same