All Of My Falling Outs End With A Shovel Lyrics - Singles - Morning In May

They got sweet talks, I got sugarcoats 

This insulin's my only hope 

Like wasted glue on heartbreak and sorrow 

Duct tape and truth will hold 'til tomorrow 

And the holidays are just foreplay 

Leading up to what never came 

So I'll punch out and I'll hit the showers 

All this abuse and not enough hours 

This minimum-wage 

Mixes with coming-of-age 

And I'm lost in my whereabouts is about where I stay 

What one calls scars 

Are tallies on my arm 

And I mean this metaphorically 

But make up does a lot it seems 

(Chorus) 

A fistful of bliss 

Something in the distance 

Swears I'm gonna miss this 

Like what you take 

I'm a Christmas Eve at home 

Spent under the tree alone 

Or Halloween going as our mistakes 

I fell in love with falling out of 

Putting in what I don't get out from 

Soul supports are empty chairs 

The ones we want are never there 

Grab a shovel for the trouble 

Dig yourself out of this rubble 

Be your own safety net 

When they cut holes in your silhouette 

This minimum-wage 

Mixes with coming-of-age 

And I'm lost in my whereabouts is about where I stay 

(Chorus) 

What one calls scars 

Are tallies on my arm 

And I mean this metaphorically 

But make up does a lot 

Pretty poetic how 

My skin has a thread count 

Contemplate what I want more 

No fingernails or basement doors 

A fistful of bliss 

Your voice in the distance 

Says "shut up and listen" 

(Chorus) 

A fistful of bliss 

Something in the distance 

Swears I'll fucking miss this 

Like what you take 

I'm a Christmas Eve at home 

Spent under the tree alone 

Or Halloween going as my mistakes