Rilo Kiley
This pretty much sums up today:
You're obsessed with finding a new brain but what you need is a new body
it feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before and the
skin you call your home holds a heart that quits and knees that buckle in
and lungs that can't breathe when they're alone
and the days come to you like sailors you watch them as they drift away
they meet the sunrise out at the horizon and it's neither sink nor swim
at least the water's beneath your chin
there's blood spilled on the floor everyone's staring at you what for
till you realize the blood is probably yours you feel you've lost something
you want it back you're laying motionless on your back and your legs aren't taking any more requests
those disobedient wrecks how you cared for them as they carried you from class to class
and coast to coast when you owned land and when you were broke through recessions
and addictions it's just your accidental death you're the indian in the cougar's nest...
your fright gives way to memory having coffee with your love or the story your father told you long ago
he was hunting with his own father for deer and he pointed and spotted her and then tripped over some roots
or some dead trees the gun went off it was a mistake and my father was only eight and as he watched the dying deer
he was changed cause he felt sorry for what he'd done and he put down his gun
will you feel sorry for what you've done? will you put down your gun?
cause there's no accidental death when you're the indian in the cougar's nest.
kinda grotesque if you think about it...
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