Myths Made Plain - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

If you’re wondering how we landed here

You were watching the waves and drinking beer

You don’t even remember standing up

Truly, I don’t either

At some point you waded to your waist

As you slipped further out the stakes were raised

Finally you were surrounded, and for what?

A water darker and deeper

In 1997 I became myself

And 20 minutes later I began to melt

The cycle I get used to in the course of time

The shifting definitions that comprise a life

The people I become and the people I don’t recognize

If you’re wondering who arranged the mess

Some exceptions were made to grant, I guess

While we all let the peak of the parade

The underbelly went lethal

In 2007 tried to build a bridge

Between how I was living and how I could live

Tricked myself into thinking I’d done enough

Once I got across I didn’t blow it up

Yeah, I closed some lanes, all it really takes is one

Opening to tear apart all your works

So fine you are, delicate un-achieve all your half-philosophy

Style points, blind belief a whirling perpetuity

The ocean warm that knows you did the same before

So in 2017 we did away with facts

All negotiation with a battle axe

The gruesome ideology is center shame

American identity was laid to waste

We’re backlit and exposed

Sugar stripped and it’s made clean

The people I become

The people I can’t replicate