Hurting and Shoving [She Should Have Let Me Sleep] - Glassjaw

When I get back

When I get back

When I get back

Pre-break of dawn

Hear the ring

It’s me, live from a pay phone

Talking in the rain

Things pan out exactly as I say they will

Will I be less happy when I get back?

Two hand in one glove

As if we were poor

The hard-up make the soup from stones

Like the poor before them did before

You say!

You say!

The waiting could crush your heart

But it’s nothing new to me

Have you crave me so desperately

But I know how, when you need me, you bleed for me

Though now I’m gone, you fill my shoes with new fans

Always and forever

We are apart and may she see

She’d be free, rejoicing in distance

If she only let me sleep

Will things make less happy when I get back?

When I get back

When I get back

When I get back

Absence makes the heart grow still

Abuse the hunt;

confuse the kill

I know, I know

You say!

You say!

The waiting could crush your heart

But it’s nothing new to me

Have you crave me so desperately

But I know how, when you need me, you bleed for me

Though now I’m gone, you fill my shoes with new fans

Always and forever

We are apart and may she see

She’d be free, rejoicing in distance

If she only let me sleep

Make the dead feel deader, deader

Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting

Make the dead feel deader, deader

Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting

Make the dead feel deader, deader

Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting

Make the dead feel deader, deader

Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting

Kill the prey

I’ll hold my child’s head underwater

If it’s a boy, I was joking

If it’s a daughter

I’ll say I did what I did because I had to

And if you find my kid later

Tell her I laughed too

But it’s nothing new to me

Have you crave me so desperately

But I know how, when you need me, you bleed for me

Though now I’m gone, you fill my shoes with new fans

Always and forever

We are apart and may she see

She’d be free, rejoicing in distance

If she only let me sleep

When I get back

We just might work out fine

Because I love you enough

To let you give the pain that I want

And when you do

I just might fuck you enough to love you

Once upon my night stand

Lied letters piled in columns

Postmarked Middle Island

Out east in the country of Solemn