Bottom of the River

[Instrumental Inhale] [1] theres a crack in the ceiling memory stays in the walls this was never a home just the trauma house the ghosts are real they hold you here they hurt and they hold she gave me the cage she gave me the key she left me in it i left her to rot i tried to forgive but it wasnt peace it was a lie with better lighting [2] you learned a laugh for the mirrors in cities but the floorboards still know the real sound the cracked one just before the crying [3] so ill see you there bottom of the river where the water runs like blood where we all pretend were healed where the ghosts float like memory where it never lifts and it never leaves theres no better place than here [4] the good dress still hangs the one for the funeral its touching my jacket they argue fabric fights fabric they wont shut up it sounds like blame the jacket flinches two ghosts one cage behind the heater a diary swollen shut "i hope she chokes on her goddamn casserole" not rage not a letter a murder weapon written in a childs hand [5] running water doesnt know how to come home it just goes down her voice isnt in the pipes she is the pipes there was no bandage just her thumb too hard too long the wrong kind of love the kind that stains bone [6] you didnt scream she didnt stop blood in the well your own [7] so ill see you there bottom of the river where the water weeps like blood where we all pretend were healed where it hurts clean where it hurts forever [8] no amount of paint no lock no sheet no goddamn casserole nothing holds it in it always comes back it always comes back it always [9] the key is still warm still metal still here still in my hand the mother gave the cage the daughter wore it the house remembers and its hungry [10] no fix no fix no fix no fix no fix [11] so ill see you there bottom of the river where the water writes in blood where we all pretend were healed where it hurts clean where it hurts forever [Instrumental Exhale]