8:08 - Laura Stevenson

August spent your basement apartment

I fell through your floor

Cradle and all, I fell through your floor

But I can’t spill through your fists

Until my hands are solid white

My lungs are buckled tight together

My sliding drawl is like a cannonball

I’ll slur myself to sleep outside your door

There’s a ghost way up the Northeast coast

And it’ll break your heart harder than I could ever

And that ghost claws at my arms

It makes me do wrong

It makes me do wrong

And it pushes you down

And rattles the walls

And it’s sorry, it’s sorry, it’s sorry

So, even though it’s cold and it breaks apart your bones

It’s floating urgently outside your door

When you spoke, when you speak, broken on your knees

I’m a joke, I’m asleep, please please please please please

I’ll be on my feet if you want me

I’ll be on my feet if you need

I’ll be on my feet if you want me to be