Smoker's Lung

from by Nail Houses

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lyrics

Am I speaking to you
or a facade?
In post-modern culture
no one likes this song.
Keep the loosest grip
and we'll get along.
In post-modern culture
everyone likes this song.

Half-cocked,
ready.

We pull back and then
exhale smoke.
Guess I'd open this
with a joke.
Do not philosophize upon
fragments and lists.
Guess I'd open this
with a kiss.

Half-cocked,
ready.

I could jury-rig identity through irony in order to conceal the massive emptiness that's lurking deep inside of me, and if I had a script in hand I'd know the lines, play the parts. All I need to hear from you is who to be and where to start.

READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY. READY.

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from PARADE, released May 5, 2017

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