Wallow - Luke Doucet

Broken records, buzzing flies, empty bottles

Graphic evidence of a war as it heals

Scratch the itch, pick the scab, don’t let it seal

This is a martyr’s scar

Oh and if I wallow here, it’s my history to burn

These are my lessons to learn but for now, one more round then I’ll go

I’ll send you pictures of us when we were deluded, don’t you think it was a

beautiful high

Look at Coco’s princess dress, hazel eyes depict an optimistic, youthful alibi

Oh, and if I wallow here, it’s my history to burn

These are my lessons to learn.

But for now, one more round then I’ll go

So we made some plants, told the folks, told a lie or two, but that’s all

secondary stuff

The disappointment was electric, but you don’t know it because you’ve never

been in love

Oh, and if I wallow here, it’s my history to burn.

These are my lessons to

learn, but for now, one more round than I’ll go