Bomb Shelter from Oddities by Chris Shepard

In my exhaustion
Everything folds into you
And I'm losing my grip on the edge of the envelope
Where I will be cut in two

In your confusion
You believe every word that I said
There'll be time for your penance when you have grown old
And I'm already several years dead

They'll have hated me
They'll be hating you
As you cry in your Bomb Shelter...

I'll play up the martyr
As everything comes into view
And I'll lie here so helpless and wait for my prey
And I'll swear it all comes down to you

As we lie underground
All of our truths turn to lore
And you'll stare at your four walls and cry to your ceiling
And scrape your bare feet on the floor
Of your Bomb Shelter...

They'll be hating you
And they'll never let you forget their incorruptible friend
That they thought they knew
You'll be hating me
All the secret words we spoke
Won't remind you of love...

You took all your anger
And you pierced me repeatedly
Then you kissed me to sleep and you left a dull ache
Where my heart used to be

You will know me immortal
From only a cursory glance
And they'll rain down upon you with fury so pious and wicked
You won't think your four walls can last

• Rock
• acoustic guitar
• acousticrock
• alternativerock
• band
• cello
• experimental
• oboe
• singer-songwriter
• violin
• Roanoke