oh jake
my bones are tearing me apart
my muscles don’t know where they end or where they start
oh jake there is a thing in me that shakes
I don’t know if it’s living in this scrape
or living in this human shape
oh jake
hold me steady
I aint ready to die
oh jake
I feel i may be done
god I’m on the run from this shiver
this trembling in my fingers
oh jake
there’s a stumble in my walk
and no hands upon the clock
and the lock on this desire has been broken
C
oh jake
hold me steady
i aint ready to die
but i’ve been
chasing this dream
and there aint no gleam left in my eyes
oh jake
have I come to my end
you’re the last friend by my side
maybe I’m wrong
maybe I’m ready to die
oh jake
I think I lost my stake
in this world
but I got rain
and I got pain
and I got a place at the bottom of this struggle
I got a stuttering gate
and I’m seeing double
but I got a place in the ruin and the rubble
I got a place x 3
in this ruin and rubble
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