Songtext zu 'Settle The Scar' von The Hotelier

Dizzy drunk and throwing up
I finally stopped my spinning
I guess I figured you'd show up
With all my old belongings

Saying: There you go my friend
I'm sure you've saved another
Collapsing walls around me
I need some brick and mortar

Took a swing at shortened cuts
Made a wrong turn somewhere
Unprepared for fucking up

Should remind me I'm still there
And I am feeling sharpened splinters
Cutting through my center
To hear you as you're coming around again

You've taken pages from a book
You couldn't see your face in
Claimed the author was a crook
In need of illustration

And you were begging me for more
Did you get what you wanted?
The feeling in your fingers
Right back from where you started?

You made a map of how you loved
And drew a perfect circle
I scribbled a venn diagram
I guess I lost my stable hand

And I am feeling long cold winters
I'm lost and can't remember
The ways to keep myself as warm as then

I owned your name
Your body shape
It's sits like family
A grateful offering

Reflected on the lake
New slight of hand
Will trick my memory
A veil on everything
The paths that you could take

You said you see life in exploding color
Like the flash of stars
Or new england autumn

I should've asked if you could stay
I should've found a way around it
Because now all I see is grey
All trapped in memories that surround it

And in your father's summer home
He squared and framed a question
A collage of news print on the wall
Makes me feel cut in sections

And I am shaking off my chagrin
Flaking snow, and dead skin
That buried me in all my past mistakes