Lyrics

Like a president
Like the book thats never read
Like the cannon’s coughing breath
Like the coat hangin on her skin
Like my grandmother weeps
Like I was a boy left to sleep
Like the radio turned antique
Like ambition in retreat

Im a child at sea, collecting scars, I am a stranger to what they want, I am barely capable of love
Im losing touch

As hope for the young
As bitter as my tongue
As simple as whats in my chest
As deadly as her breasts
As weak as the warring types
As dim as the tunnel’s light
As hopeless as our pens
As memory conquers wish

I am a highway freak, don’t look back don’t look at all, I am a stranger to what you’d want, I am barely capable of love
Im losing touch

——opens up, slow dreamy broke
Like the internet
Our obvious bets
Like my father certain talks
Like the future burnt to knots
Up in easy arms
Down from shame at harm
Out where nothing lives
In my swollen inward head

—— back to beat
I am a highway freak, don’t look back don’t look at all, I am a stranger to what you’d want, I am barely capable of love (last ch “barely capable” is x3)