Morning In May - All Of My Falling Outs End With A Shovel lyrics

They got sweet talks, I got sugarcoats This insulin's my only hope Like wasted glue on heartbreak and sorrow Duct tape and truth will hold 'til tomorrow And the holidays are just foreplay Leading up to what never came So I'll punch out and I'll hit the showers All this abuse and not enough hours This minimum-wage Mixes with coming-of-age And I'm lost in my whereabouts is about where I stay What one calls scars Are tallies on my arm And I mean this metaphorically But make up does a lot it seems (Chorus) A fistful of bliss Something in the distance Swears I'm gonna miss this Like what you take I'm a Christmas Eve at home Spent under the tree alone Or Halloween going as our mistakes I fell in love with falling out of Putting in what I don't get out from Soul supports are empty chairs The ones we want are never there Grab a shovel for the trouble Dig yourself out of this rubble Be your own safety net When they cut holes in your silhouette This minimum-wage Mixes with coming-of-age And I'm lost in my whereabouts is about where I stay (Chorus) What one calls scars Are tallies on my arm And I mean this metaphorically But make up does a lot Pretty poetic how My skin has a thread count Contemplate what I want more No fingernails or basement doors A fistful of bliss Your voice in the distance Says "shut up and listen" (Chorus) A fistful of bliss Something in the distance Swears I'll f**ing miss this Like what you take I'm a Christmas Eve at home Spent under the tree alone Or Halloween going as my mistakes