The Offering from Fire Escape by Ani Ces

when the sun hits right i can almost believe
there are bodies buried where the nursery used to be
the trucks drive by the streets enough,
we can finally, finally dig them up

communing with the stereo,
give our mutual friend a proper burial
he said he'd be there forever,
but this place wasn't built for this weather

you know, in better days, i could run like they can
you can't tell now but, hell, someone must have
mama said i should die on my feet
before they're swept up from right down beneath me

i think, that's what that means, right?
oh, i think, that's what that means, right?

• Alternative
• acoustic-pop
• folk rock
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• teen-angst
• San Antonio