Army - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

Nothing feels the same since you got home

Someone swapped the pictures on your wall

Photos of evaporated men

Torn up bodies thrown across the sand

There’s nothing worse than losing your arm

She’s been really great since I got back

I’m afraid she knows I’m off the map

She’s been trying to talk inside my mouth

I’ve been trying to calm my conscious down

There’s nothing worse than losing your spine

When I dream I see your dad holding your throat

His mouth up to your ear, he’s screaming, «I've been shot»

You bank on a linear life evolved by your command

You’ll find the painful prize of watching it unhinge

You, you took it harder than our friends

I’m afraid you’re spiraling again

Ran into your family at the go

Looked like they’d been living with a ghost

There’s nothing worse than a poverty line

I can hardly look at her that way

Naked bodies haven’t looked the same

I can’t tell her why she’s gotta stop

Too ashamed to open that one knock

There’s nothing worse than being intertwined

You’ve been dreaming I’m the dad you never had

Having out of body visions of my death

Bank on a catered life that bends for your demands

Expect the painful prize of watching it unhinge

I remember back when we were kids

Life without a paralyzing mid

Now we get together in a glass

Hardly speak to watch the silence pass

There’s nothing worse than silent alarm

We were trying awkwardly to sleep

Detailed out your plan on my machine

They still astounded in the dark

Shocked that it had finally fallen apart

There’s nothing worse than losing your mind

I’ve been dreaming of this unrelenting love

Depreciated gasping towards a new unknown

It was a trusted ride before the water froze

I found the painful prize is rowing it alone

Drove out to the desert in your van

Drank some gasoline and made love to your hand

Cursed your God below for what he’d done

Before you sucked a bullet from your father’s gun

There’s nothing worse than losing your life

At your funeral she took my hand

Placed it on the baby in your lap

I’ve been trying my best to find my peace

But they both look like criminals to me

There’s nothing worse than trusting a lie

When I dream I see your body inside hers

When I wake I see your face but call it off

The less you care for it, the less it has to grow

I can’t abandon it and watch it turn to smoke

Recently I’m working on myself

Starting to convince myself it helps

There’s nothing wrong with being alive