EricTodd

Lyrics These are the spiders in my house, the ants, cockroach. Mornings can be but usually aren't remarkable though usually but not always. Elements of life tend to weigh so heavy to take time that might otherwise be spent. I have a body. I am a body. I'm in/I am my body. When it stops, I stop. Think maybe really I'm only good at one thing. Every person I’ve ever met holds a word or phrase or story to their temple or has it tattooed on their wrist. Their house has a door to the backyard, but only a window to the street. There are duplexes and town homes and apartments and communities that share walls and parking and hallways and loved ones, but none share a lock or a bar of soap. The size of a forearm, I died in an incubator. Lacking the ferocious spirit of necessity.

with Chris Stevens Lyrics And I will come back because it's not enough to me to be. I will come back because I love you, god damn, goddammit.

with William Cordray Lyrics Dithering in salad plastic circles re-exacting relationships counted and recounted measured in cups of different volumes eating, placing, taking, taping, making, forgetting, raising, spacing, making sweating, wearing, taping, making, waking, shaking, beginning, forgetting, sweating, sleeping, wearing I'm only beginning to understand how I'm a part of you. Paper cups of different sizes discarded and reprinted adjusted and renamed a litany of the same change

with Evan McCarley Lyrics We're all gonna die. Wake up scared a lot knowing one day I won't wake up. We're running out of time.

with William Cordray Lyrics We know about this situation. We know what you're looking for. We know that you don't care what our lives are like. We know that we'll all be food for our children's food. When will the phone ring and someone I've never met ask? How was your day? Will you be here soon? What's your favorite sound? It's nice to meet you too.

with William Cordray Lyrics You work me over like a butcher with your mallet pounding my body into dough on your cutting board thin. I put my feet up getting comfortable sharing with you details that you'll use to attack me when you can. shipping out toothaches begging for drugs clean clothes I have to help myself dragging unwilling choleric children out of this mud wrestling pit put on a fucking shirt like a money does not fall from my pockets and if it does it's not a gift dragging your feet dragging my feet

with Noah Clough Lyrics Under my/our skin it's all rock I'm/We're not the same as you thought I don't know why it is I forget to come home You begin every sentence with a defeat I can't find a minute to wish myself good luck