Eraser Head from Into Shore by Bike Tuff
Tracklist
| 10. | Eraser Head | 3:28 |
Lyrics
I can’t call you my friend. I won’t call you an enemy. You’re just a shock of emotion no longer in motion. This is how we deal with death; postmortem memory simplicity. The storm that swells into a bottleneck pours sweetly out. You must have drowned in love.
More than I could ever be, you took it. Sparked a fire, sucked it deep. Now it’s sink, swim, or ride the smoke. The tide is creeping in.
I can’t call you my friend. I won’t call you an enemy.
My memories of first grade; you stole my red dime-shaped eraser head. Tried to turn to something better than the life you had. I didn’t see you for years ‘til we were both nineteen. You were the ruler of things, a semi-modern queen. I watched your lips pull tight as you beckoned in a mollified release.
More than I could ever be, you took it. Sparked a fire, sucked it deep. Now it’s sink, swim, or ride the smoke. The tide is creeping in on you.
A sacred day for you, comatose and overused. Let the pulse complete its course.
Feet ready on the floor, absent of rhythm and I can’t move. Absent of rhythm and I can’t move.
A sacred day for you, comatose and overused. Absent of rhythm and I can’t move.
A sacred day for you, comatose and overused. Feet ready on the floor, my feet ready and waiting.
