Black Sweatshirt Lyrics - Singles - Sage Francis

Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled affection 

Spontaneous combustion...I'm playing with my fire inside 

Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt 

"Hey...when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!" 

I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek 

Until my mom denied me access. I bawled for weeks 

We don't speak to this day. I came to terms with my fear and loathing 

Now I wear this clothing...like it's an extra layer of old skin 

Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that I've had it 

Found abandoned on the stairs to the attic 

Collecting runaway skin cells...absorbing memories 

It's been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies 

Born in the 70's of the 20th century 

Making that distinction is for future reference...In case y'all remember me 

And my genesis. What's most important is to remember this 

Women and men are pissed. When they kiss they exchange spit that is venomous 

Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a fist 

Don't get fancy with your paintbrush when you reminisce 

I'm sentimental and I miss what used to be close to me 

or maybe I've just got OCD and I can't break my old routines 

Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies inside from head to toes 

Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying with outside symbols... 

Cut out the middle man... 

But my woobie is in demand... 

I'm feeling like a kid again. 

"It protected me from the wind, sea and sand 

Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery walks 

And every awkward moment spent talking with the Boogie Man 

Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've come to understand... 

The monsters are under my bed again... 

The monsters are under my bed again." 

Dedicated to the memory of my Black Sweatshirt