Sick, Sad Heart - Gatherers

There’s no medicine to take

No bids on the collection plates

And you wear your mother’s face

With the green of wilted polyethylene

I am my father’s son

I am drunk with all his blood

Guess you carry what you keep

Of your failure to breathe

You found my love wrapped in bandage tape

(And satan in the shower drain)

In stillborn fawns

Digging up my grave

We found comfort in some bottomless pit

Telephone ringing but no answer comes

How can you sleep?

Nothing is real

Heaven was written all over your face

Now peel it back

Violets pouring out your neck

Always we fall in love

Eat it up

It makes you pale

Veins collapsing

A sick sad heart can’t show you love

A sick sad heart is not enough

(No grace)

A sick sad heart can’t show you love

A sick sad heart is not enough

(Hands scraped)

(A sick sad heart can’t show you love

A sick sad heart is not enough

A sick sad heart can’t show you love

A sick sad heart is not enough

A sick sad heart can’t show you love

A sick sad heart is not enough

A sick sad heart can’t show you love

A sick sad heart is not enough)

Is this what you wanted?

Back and forth for you

Felt you raging in my head

Back and forth

Beg for abuse

Face

Peel it back 'til it blooms

A garden dying inside you

Always we fall in love

To eat it up

It makes you

I’m crawling in spirals

But, hey what’s the difference?

Your deer in the headlights

I’m, I am indifferent

Your deer in the headlights

I am indifferent

I’m crawling in spirals

But, hey what’s the difference?

Your deer in the headlights

I’m, I am-