I Saw Someone Die in Sudbury, ON

Lyrics for I Saw Someone Die in Sudbury, ON

I'm drowning in the parcels This house is full of angry faces Faces that look beat-up in the sun Faces her fear of being less than one My room is a nest full of angry wasps Smaller than my hometown sea Change me like a broken knee And that room is getting smaller Crashes all around me and it's breaking down the windows While the cat is on the loose I'm drowning in the parcels In the cardboard of your eyes I'm drowning in the parcels In the cardboard of your eyes It's not like you Sunglasses on the table I'm takin' out a clipboard I'll do it this time, I wasn't kidding I'll draw up your blueprint And I'll do whatever else you ask I'm taking out a clipboard and I'm starting a museum Of every moment that led me to this point I'm suspicious of new cars and I'm distrustful of old expressions In a frustrating blaze of self-pity I start to repeat myself over and over again But do you remember how we used to run? I take it out on people that are cutting logs and I walk all over eggshells and they tiptoe round mine But I've changed a lot since then, I take that cardboard to the face I take a break to see what new bones I can age Like a stove out in the rain, like my oil getting changed Like a gift from my preteen self And your uncle breaks my oven On this late night talk show I spill my personal history I told Johnny Carson about my divorce I told Seth Meyers about my brother's dead horse I told them I made this place for lovers That I picked these apples for God That everything I did was in the name of self-help (Now we're one) I went to church, I went to the last operating Blockbuster (Now we're one) I admitted to trampling dreams of burning cornfields (Now we're one) I admit to worshipping whatever breaks the most of my belongings (Now we're one) I'm still drowning in the parcels (Now we're one) In the cardboard of your life (Now we're one) While my gem moved out west (Now we're one) And that room keeps getting smaller (Now we're one) I return to my old corner shop (Now we're one) Looking for one last pack of smokes (Now we're one) I reach my hand out and touch the door (Now we're one) Like a sailor seeing television (Now we're one) For the very last time (Now we're one) But the store was closed on Sundays Human, human Human, human Human, human Human, human Human, human Human, human Human, human Human, human