Nervous Rex - Laura Stevenson, Laura Stevenson and the Cans, The Cans

all the blips of the sinking ships are all sinking in to your skin

and i’m getting older as my hair goes white

and i can not light up the dark.

and all the violent waves

the violent waves.

i haven’t left the house in 100 years

and you haven’t left yours in 100 hours

and we can’t keep our hands out of our own mouths

see the horrible habits we acquire.

and all the rawest thumbs

from gnawing on them and rowing hard

you’re a nervous wreck

i’m a nervous wreck

you’re a nervous wreck.

and how my stomach burns but only at night

when the moon is bright

and i have dreams about bears with the reddest mouths

but your arms are warm and your legs are wrapped around.

and the sound of your heart

the unsteady sound

i will slow it down.