The Lawrence Arms All the Week Lyrics:
misleading utterings shadow boxer right hook mood
swings my endurance test i coughed and bled and
caught my breath tender in a burning sense the way
we spoke when we were silent repressed in living
scenes black and white like old t.v.s screens
front porch confessional bottled feelings finally
smashed against the wall this is the virus sitting
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in silence armed with expression with vague
misconceptions came to me in a bleeding dream on
filtered avenues of light blue serenity turned red
angrily thought provoking in a distant tense a
perfect paragraph of broken narrative these dusty
floors don't seem to come clean anymore i'm
watered down evaporated from the ground
connections faltering dehydrated when the phone
rings
Lyrics: All the Week, The Lawrence Arms [end]