Sage Francis - Barely Alive lyrics

[Verse I: Ceschi] Another year gone, stomach fatter, beard fully grown Waiting for the nothing and I'm awfully alone Sunday went and visited your grave Put a wild rose on the Virgin Mary engraved Mother sang her song, brother kneeled And I just kept on wishing that the last year wasn't real Teeth have sunk into my neck, teeth have sunk into my neck Build us a holiday out of stones and holograms Holy relics and hummingbirds all to fill this hollow man I'm alright, I'm alright, but don't f** with me tonight These fists are clenched and I will fight for every breath left in this life All the mosquitoes in Saskatoon couldn't quite s** the tough out of me yet Although I know I'm a three legged dog hopping and begging like Vietnam vets These years were only appetizers swallowed quick and wet But I will not forget the remnants that were left Build us a holiday out of straw and out of sticks Out of claws and out of bricks, out of gauze and spit [Hook We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive [Verse 2: Sage Francis] I make a fist, stare at it and think This is how big my heart is and I'm scared of it 'Til they use scissors to open my shirt I go to work overworked In the business of holding a smirk Private jokes telepathically shared From the present me to the past me When I had more hair The tub remains clogged Sloshed through the memories of hooking up friends in need of jobs Didn't stop them from requesting loans It started with them calling me "Boss" in a condescending tone Put an indefinite extension on the zero interest Better business bureau better be damn well prepared to be impressed We're reporting back to duty, heavily wounded Steadily losing our gains The enemy moves in Gotta choose your weapons wisely When I bust open my rib cage and I unleash the fist that's beating inside me It'll punch more than clocks Check your peephole, cause there might not be more opportunity that knocks Door to door I'm selling artificial tears for your eyes Using a stethoscope just to hear your cries We're alive, barely alive, but we're alive... Surprise [Hook]