My baby knows when I'm depressed
She puts her lips against my neck
I look into those sunsoaked eyes as she says to me
"We are headed for our deaths"
Soothsayers swear we're near the end
They nail their doctrine through my shins
They say "we know the things to which you turn
To get warm when those winter months roll in"
We are always just a few more days away from the hurt boiling over
Those children see when something's wrong
They are taught to shout "it won't be long"
And if they make it to the point of being free,
They'll spend their whole lives moving on
When this world becomes too heavy
We just pass it on to younger shoulders
It's time to go
Bunk beds, for my sister that isn't here
Deathbed's calling louder every year
You said - you don't need to fear the storm
I said - that still leaves a lot to fear
My baby knows when I'm depressed
She puts the blade against my neck
She says "there's something in your eyes that looks so empty,
Like you've been waiting for our deaths"
My father gives me to the ground
His lips tremble but make no sound
He builds a shrine for me from gemstones that cannot save me,
And I will haunt this fucking town
I was waiting on the road for you to come along and run me over
My baby knows when I'm depressed
Those children know when I'm depressed
My father knows when I'm depressed
My body knows