Shirtsleeves Lyrics

Shirtsleeves lyrics

words fail her

why bother trying to pass off your offense as a good
defense? he says,

"please don't treat me like a lawyer sweetie. . . . .
.

there will be time for shouting matches."



so he writes -
last option.

keeps him cornered in. 

the need for more stays
pressing,

but he can't force the pen.

for every blot of ink a word
is lost. . .pierced skinnew melody

and if these lines stay blank. . .
they'll lead to no where.



she starves for attention.

he has
hungry mouths to feed.

dietary habits seen [to her]

as born of
apathy.

she starves for attention.

he has hungry mouths to feed.

emaciated, both will dream

of times they felt less empty.



under his breath: 

"like guests and presidents,

his words were
not welcome where they could not stay."

their arguments plotted
concentric circles

ending up bulls-eyes over his ribcage.



he
starves for attention.

she has hungry mouths to feed. 

dietary
habits seen [to him]

as born of apathy. 

he starves for
attention.

she has hungry mouths to feed.

emaciated, both will
dream

of times they felt less empty.



i need to believe in
these dripping organs sutured to my sleeves.

I want to scream with every
dream [out loud] you'd never dare to breathe.

two-four.two-four. i can't
breathe. 

two-four two-four. (i cannot breathe.)



she starves
for attention.

he has hungry mouths to feed.

dietary habits seen [to
her]

as born of apathy.

she starves for attention.

he has
hungry mouths to feed.

emaciated, both will dream

of times they
felt less empty.