11.22.12 - Sam Kohl

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Videography/Video and Audio Editing: Scott Murray
Additional Audio Editing: Spencer Sargent
Music by Sam Kohl

Lyrics:

There’s something wrong.
I can’t explain it, but I know
As Grey as the birds
That picked at my bones when I was young
A Sky Burial
Six feet of air inside those lungs
Wish I was wiser then.

Call the police, trying to hold you in that car
Weak at the knees,
A Sprint for the bigger kitchen knife
Adopt the disease that choked
at your desperate father’s throat
When you were growing up

Is this all there is? I’m afraid cause’ I don’t know.
Seat belts and shaking hands cannot save you from yourself.
Are we dying friends? Not right now, but sure as sin.
Lie to your doctors and yourself
Receive a broken clean bill of health for your mantelpiece.

Die in your sleep.
Wake in a sweat, you’re all alone.
Evict all the guns
That live in this splintered, wooden home.
Catching the breath that ran
With all of your friends who cared enough to give you theirs.

Is this all there is? I’m afraid cause’ I don’t know.
Seat belts and shaking hands cannot save you from yourself.
Are we dying friends? Not right now, but sure as sin.
Lie to your doctors and yourself
Receive a broken clean bill of health for your mantelpiece.

And I dream about it every night,
I dream about it every night, but
I don’t feel at all like I did then.
And I bleed about it every night,
I bleed about it every night, but
I don’t bleed at all like I did then.

And I dreamt about it every night,
I dreamt about it every night, but
I don’t feel at all like I did then.
And I bled about it every night,
I bled about it every night, but
I don’t bleed at all like I did then.