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It’s a feeling-
A feeling that i can’t explain
The way hurts to scratch fresh scars
Its evidence of all my mistakes
It’s the way rough sex and a car crash can make you feel so alive
Its destructive
Its collapsing
It’s a callous
It feels so right

It’s the way a soldier is proud of his scars
It’s the way you grit your teeth at night
It’s the way your whole body clenches before a fall
(I am falling)
It’s the way your knuckles bleed after a fight

It’s a constant reminder
Like the blue bird on my shoulder
Who can’t sing so she clings and screams in my ear
Just as a way to say: “I’m still here”

To remind you of her presence
The way a rabid dog shows its teeth
It’s the taste of blood in my mouth
The way a spoiled child tugs at your sleeve

My voice is raw
And i struggle to project
I sound sick
I am sick
So i guess it makes sense
Like a symphony for a riot
This is tension
This is violence
Like a clenched jaw in a smile
It’s a sore throat reminder
I’ll never stay silent

When you’re numb and detached
And you keep losing track of the truth
There’s nothing that you can do
To stop these ill city blues

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from For Nomads and Lonely Poets, released December 14, 2013

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