Hurting and Shoving (She Should Have Let Me Sleep)

Lyrics

When I get back When I get back When I get back Pre-break of dawn Hear the ring It's me, live from a pay phone Talking in the rain Things pan out exactly as I say they will Will I be less happy when I get back? Two hand in one glove As if we were poor The hard-up make the soup from stones Like the poor before them did before You say! You say! The waiting could crush your heart But it's nothing new to me Have you crave me so desperately But I know how, when you need me, you bleed for me Though now I'm gone, you fill my shoes with new fans Always and forever We are apart and may she see She'd be free, rejoicing in distance If she only let me sleep Will things make me less happy when I get back? When I get back When I get back When I get back Absence makes the heart grow still Abuse the hunt; confuse the kill I know, I know You say! You say! The waiting could crush your heart But it's nothing new to me Have you crave me so desperately But I know how, when you need me, you bleed for me Though now I'm gone, you fill my shoes with new fans Always and forever We are apart and may she see She'd be free, rejoicing in distance If she only let me sleep Make the dead feel deader, deader Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting Make the dead feel deader, deader Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting Make the dead feel deader, deader Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting Make the dead feel deader, deader Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting Kill the prey I'll hold my child's head underwater If it's a boy, I was joking If it's a daughter I'll say I did what I did because I had to And if you find my kid later Tell her I laughed too But it's nothing new to me Have you crave me so desperately But I know how, when you need me, you bleed for me Though now I'm gone, you fill my shoes with new fans Always and forever We are apart and may she see She'd be free, rejoicing in distance If she only let me sleep When I get back We just might work out fine Because I love you enough To let you give the pain that I want And when you do I just might fuck you enough to love you Once upon my night stand Lied letters piled in columns Postmarked Middle Island Out east in the country of Solemn