From the recording Adrift
There’s a room, and it’s filled with my things.
And I’m stuck in the backyard just trying to wash away the stink.
I’ll never know what I want for my name.
So I’m digging up skeletons like there’s no tomorrow anyway.
Give me a look. Give me a justified wink.
Confuse me with the sideways smile that you always seems to bring
If you don’t care, and I don’t care
What are we doing to ourselves? What are we doing here?
I’ll be the first one to tell you I’m not getting in
A misappropriated debt of innocence
I’m not afraid to tunnel underneath your skin
I’m the condition, you are the medicine
I’ll never know what I did with my things
I keep turning over stones, ‘cause I hide everything
If I could speak, I would tell you my name
But I keep it buried under what I cannot explain
I’ll be the reason that you’re getting pretty thin
I’m not opposed to stealing all your oxygen
I’m full of promises, but I’m not keeping them
I’m the contagion, you are the medicine
I’ll be the last chance that you’re ever gonna get
I’m living broken, silent, panicked, motionless
I’ll be the parasite you’re never gonna shed
I’m the disease for which you are the medicine