The Raw And Searing Flesh Lyrics - Lawrence Arms

i never want to see you 

in the raw and searing flesh 

i don't ever want to hear you 

singing softly to the dead 

i never want to feel your skin 

running warm along my side 

i don't ever want to sink that way again 

it would be easier to die 

to die 

i'm tending the parts of my frustrations 

burning leaves on buried dreams 

kneeling in to rake the ashes 

i'm in the rain, it's colder out 

my hands are free, 

my lungs are proud 

your forgivness is a failing fiction 

your forgivness is a failing fiction 

these flames have never burned so high 

i won't be starting in your eyes 

i'm trying hard to remember 

the way the smoke drifts through the air 

we'll all be dead come november 

four months out of every year 

every year 

(every year) 

i won't be staring in your eyes 

every year