lyrics to a new dashboard song:
this old wound
i've been bleeding well from this old wound. cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new. and somtimes eyes turn black. and sometimes scars are tracks. but every time you're gone i wish that you'd come back. and everyone watched me waste myself and everyone cheered at last and all of them find it comforting its better it's me than them. i think i'm doing well from what they say. they've taken both my belts and shoe laces away. but i believe in luck, i think i do. but i'll believe for sure if ever i see you. i've been fanning flames from these old coals. feeding them with tender and hoping they will grow. and i've been savoring what i can't hold. a blind belief in goodness that doesn't seem to show.