Holding Down The Laughter Lyrics - Bad Books - Bad Books

Styrofoam cup of mud in my good hand 

Disembodied voice of God in the trash can 

Eyes in the ashes, feeling for the future 

Sleeping through the steak out, researching the rumor 

My old motor and mattress of memories 

First you were embarrassed, but how could you not be 

Tangled in teenage mum at the movies 

Your voice ran out out of words, it was awkward and homey 

Gospel in your belly, they aim a little lower 

Back into the bleachers, spoke as it's owner 

Syndicate a sermon you sang from the raptors 

Anchors in your pockets, holding down the laughter 

Tearing up your mind, your lust and your ego 

Slingshot a martyr to speed your libido 

Perish grows to jelly, blissful and wasted 

Your fish knew I consult them pictures of them naked 

You're complicating your worst mixed messes 

You built them burned to bridge 

And scattered all your crumbs at the cliff 

She wants me, she'll swim for it 

Brother, can you spare your arms or your arrows? 

Thunder clap's arising, I think that I should go home 

To the days when back barns, it melts me 

Nineteen ninety six and you're waiting there to tell me 

"I didn't die, you dreamed it, you dreamed it 

I'm as alive as your backward intentions 

Sorry that I tricked you, you had to focus 

Put yourself together, clear out, you got this" 

But for all that effort 

The slow burned struggle 

I forgot where you live 

She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now 

She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now 

She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now 

Remembering 

She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now 

Remembering