Daily Dessa Lyrics

I'm taking my chances, I'm making my own

And I sleep uneasily when you're not in my bed

Sometimes you're wrung by the bell curve

I came to write a letter, but my pen was full of hymns

It's been a long time and I've got no axe to grind with you. But goddamn it man, this hatchet won't stay buried without some sign from you

Fuck the plan, man, I'm tryna call an audible

Sweet Prometheus, come home. They took away our fire

A base hit is the son of a pitch

Aren't you tired of the upper hand? Don't you want a girl to make you try a little now and then?

I want that good grief, the one that heals me, that leaves me clarified by fire when I'm burned clean

Nobody's gonna pity such a pretty clown

And I still get chills when you talk to me, but the years pass by now in twos and threes

Fear pride faith shame, those are just grade school games

I keep Poe in the glovebox, Plath on the dash

When in Rome, you live by Roman code. It used to be if you don't like it, you could leave, but then the walls came down and so it's all Rome now

Until I'm asleep I can keep all these thoughts off, but nothing stops the dreams

And I love this job, but ah good god, sometimes I hate this business