You're Trailing Yourself Lyrics - Put Your Ghost To Rest - Kevin Devine

The sputtering blink of the street lamp 

Makes you taller, then shrinks you, then splits you in half 

So you're trailing yourself on your walk to the pay phone 

Your pockets weighted down with quarters and the hope that no one's home 

You spray paint cinnamon on vines and key the cars you pass by 

Your ears burn and your voice don't sound right 

So you spend the next week playing weakened 

Rolling three men alone in the dark of your kitchen 

Your apartment can't talk so it's safe for your secrets 

All the stories you've invested with a masochist, menacing meaning 

Those tired tricks that you play to graph the life to your name 

And you know it's not yours but for now it's okay 

You wake and cut your initials in cheap glass 

To mark a space for yourself when your time here has passed 

When you're drifted and done, trading danger for distance 

All those rocks that rope your neck are finally nameless and weightless and faceless 

And you strip the sting from the stains that bleed the life from your face 

Your cheeks will burn red on a pure perfect day