Sleep Talk Lyrics

the bits and pieces strewn about
the bleached receipts
my parent's house
stub my toe on a cabinet
they thrifted from town
the mess of things we've left to do
the coffee stains
the local news
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your grandfather was partial
to the same type of shoes
the bits and pieces strewn about
flux of seasons
my parent's house
down the drain I see more hair's been falling out
there's more thinning now
is that my brother's blood coursing through my veins
when I try to take apart and piece back everything
or the way I still need to take drugs to fall asleep
is that my father's pride or my father's shame
a heavy enough hook where I can hang my name
or the way I still need to take drugs to step outside
I think I'm just like you
I'm born and stretch into
the hand-me-down portraits
relatives I've never met
do you still talk in your sleep
when you think no one's listening
I still like to think that there's parts of me I casted myself
do you still talk in your sleep
when you think no one's listening