Mared Jurphy - Scenes of Bleeding Concrete Lyrics

Cracks in the blinds
Murky-black sky tries to call itself clear
The concrete bleeds inspiration dry
My mind's in a drought trying to live without
The cool water, tall trees, mountain air

In a dream i lost my teeth
I bequeath them all to you if you do this for me
Keep the special temporaries close and hold yourself to hope that
All things wrong can be written or righted

I woke up and remembered that we're all still dying

The shifts in orbit towards some people and away from others
Making new friends
Trying to keep the old
I wanna keep the silver and the gold but
Beggars can't be choosers
And i'm running out of idioms

In a dream I lost my teeth
I bequeath them all to you on one condition
Say exactly what you mean because conversations aren't scenes
That you can re-take if it comes out wrong the first time

I woke up and your smile was on my mind

I don't want to grow old; i don't want to leave the people i love
I don't want to grow old; i don't want to leave

Asymmetrical lamp in the corner of the room is my best friend right now
We're hanging out by the window wishing that the dog across the street would stop yelling at us