how many more stones will I throw into this well?
and how much longer until I realize I'm not well?
with Holes in my hands, this water spills right through
dissolve my castles made of sand, show me how small I really am
another hungry ghost,
I am the hungry Ghost,
I am the addict
here for you, "I'm not here for you"
well I can slam the door too,
and I can say goodbye for good too
just leave me alone like you found me
Living isn't worth
dying so goddamn much much
I am the Hungry Ghost,
I am the Addict,
it's not enough
It's not enough
I'm not enough
I felt alive for the first time in months today
and I remembered you back in June
we made love in the Guest room
in between gasps you whispered that it could never be better than this
but that was a lie
just like the hurt that spread in our chest and our stomachs
that took root inside us, between us
just like the slow poison you give yourself every day
just like the thousand deaths I've survived since that day
this sand will slip through our hands
and it will not torture my feet
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017