Apotheosis - Caracara

Say your message, make your peace

Apotheosis half asleep

I heard they sell the pills to fix you

Hasty question, wounded knee

Eighteenth week of pregnancy

Fluorescent lights buzz in the waiting room

If you’re not okay, I need you to say something

If there’s a holy ghost in a broken home

I need the creaking floors and the phantom moan

When the world turns the rafters into splinters in our feet

You know that I’ll stand by you the way that you stood by me

Push yourself until you crack

Never thought I’d see you back

Here in the town that raised and robbed you

Victim of drunk circumstance

This brand of passive shyness can’t

Restore the mess that we’ve collapsed into

If you’re not okay, I need you to say something

If there’s a holy ghost in a broken home

I need the creaking floors and the phantom moan

When the world turns the rafters into splinters in our feet

You know that I’ll stand by you the way that stood by me

I am guilty, I’m disgraced

But I never saw a face like that

In all my years of wandering

We created, we’re destroyed

Desperate and overjoyed

I don’t feel this way for anything