[Lyric] The Haunting (Good Morning Bedlam)

We keep repeating the same words

In heightened speech, with cutting verbs

Don’t you know by now, I speak and you will learn

If I don’t hear, your words won’t hurt

Never put up any fight

Except when it’s in my own mind

Like a smothered storm my thoughts they go unknown

Patch the boat, mind the water, make it home

But I drink you in, spit you out

Build you up tear you down

It’s just the back and forth to let you know
Seasons change so things may die then grow

Things must change

Say my name

I’m so scared I’m the one that is to blame

Little Lion let me be

Little liar is it me?

Lying in bed where words like “fine..”

Roll out like steam

But lies will rot the heart and thoughts

And never shield me like I think

But I drink you in, spit you out

Build you up tear you down

Pull you close, and push you out
Someday we’ll learn to shut our mouths

It’s just the back and forth to let you know

Seasons change so things may die then grow

Things must change

Say my name

I’m so scared that I’m the one that is to blame

Over and over and over it goes

With the wine playing tricks and the room spinning slow

I hope that you enjoy the music I chose

The candles I lit, they’re just part of the show

And I’m trying to focus and show you I notice

Your eyes perfectly match the dress that you’ve chosen

I’m standing here frozen--missed out on the moment
Maybe I should just give it up

But it’s the love that keeps the haunting in my bones

The ghost that hunts me daily, and won’t leave me alone

And if you’re saying that you love me--say it slow

And I’ll need you to show me

I need you to show me

I need you to show me

I need you to show me

I need you to show me

I need you to show me

I need you to show me

I need you to show cuz

It’s just the back and forth to let you know

Seasons change so things may die then grow

Things must change

Say my name

Now I know I’m the one that is to blame

Backward Glance

Chorus after chorus I’ve been sucking down these dregs of this

Dark roast coffee of bitterness

If you paid with your own money then you must drink it

Even if you’re full and the flavor is piss

But a porcelain Jesus came and stole all my words

He called it a blessing by lifting off that burden

I’m no prophet who speaks bread from steam

I’m just some judge in this american scheme

I’ve been hearing your voice as I fall asleep

Playing mom and dad in my make-believe

Don’t matter if these things are only in my dreams

For I’d go and make these dreams come true

Because without a backward glance I’d go and make a family out of you

I was born a baby crying in a sterilized room

But I will go quiet in my white washed tomb

Maybe I was crying because I already knew

That I’d lose my infant heart on some quest to find the truth

Oberst mirrors my beating heart and Avett speaks my mind

Thile brings my doubts to light, Jon Foreman gives me signs

And good old Sondre Lerche wrote the song “To Be Surprised”

Little did he know he wrote that song about my life

As a poet I will join them I will do my very best

To only speak the truth when I send it to the press

The thing about my truth is that it’s just a young man’s guess

And the voices in my head are saying just give it a rest

But I’ve been hearing your voice as I fall asleep

Playing mom and dad in my make-believe

Don’t matter if these things are only in my dreams

For i’d go and make these dreams come true

Because without a backward glance I’d go and make a family out of you