"You're The Only Ten I See" lyrics
I'm in a shitty pizza place, somewhere in Tennessee
Watching displays of opulence
On a cracked TV
And the people are all talking about solving death with death
And I can't think of anything better
So I just hold my breath, think about
When I was younger
Tried to make myself turn purple
Told I have to sit still, mind running 'round in circles
I am just a collection of confusing memories
Scattered like acorns across an oaken canopy
Your name was a first language, a favourite song
Now it tastes like it's spelled the other way
A foreign object against my tongue
I'm watching a slug through the window
My eyelids are crickets, my breath is small
In my mind I'm burning photos
Bubble wrap wrapping around my joints
I hear the Earth's mantle cracking briefly
Whilst the dust in the sunbeam comforts me feebly
Your name was a first language, a favourite song
Now it tastes like it's spelled the other way
A foreign object against my tongue
And after all these years I should be grateful just because
Whilst you did hurt me greatly
You only hurt me once
I need to tend the fabric of my folklore
Patch together the pieces of my myth
I walked too long in other people's fables
I wish to dig in the complexity which I exist
Seeing my reflection there is nothing
That resembles who I thought I wanted
Fill up the space where my love once resided
With freshly-pressed flowers, loose-leaf tea, clay and rocks and sticks
Your name was a first language, a favourite song
Now it tastes like it's spelled the other way
A foreign object against my tongue
And after all these years I should be grateful just because
Whilst you did hurt me greatly
You only hurt me once
Watching displays of opulence
On a cracked TV
And the people are all talking about solving death with death
And I can't think of anything better
So I just hold my breath, think about
When I was younger
Tried to make myself turn purple
Told I have to sit still, mind running 'round in circles
I am just a collection of confusing memories
Scattered like acorns across an oaken canopy
Your name was a first language, a favourite song
Now it tastes like it's spelled the other way
A foreign object against my tongue
I'm watching a slug through the window
My eyelids are crickets, my breath is small
In my mind I'm burning photos
Bubble wrap wrapping around my joints
I hear the Earth's mantle cracking briefly
Whilst the dust in the sunbeam comforts me feebly
Your name was a first language, a favourite song
Now it tastes like it's spelled the other way
A foreign object against my tongue
And after all these years I should be grateful just because
Whilst you did hurt me greatly
You only hurt me once
I need to tend the fabric of my folklore
Patch together the pieces of my myth
I walked too long in other people's fables
I wish to dig in the complexity which I exist
Seeing my reflection there is nothing
That resembles who I thought I wanted
Fill up the space where my love once resided
With freshly-pressed flowers, loose-leaf tea, clay and rocks and sticks
Your name was a first language, a favourite song
Now it tastes like it's spelled the other way
A foreign object against my tongue
And after all these years I should be grateful just because
Whilst you did hurt me greatly
You only hurt me once
