Army – Bad Books, Kevin Devine & Manchester OrchestraBy Nothing feels the same since you got homeSomeone swapped the pictures on our wallPhotos of evaporated menTorn up bodies thrown across the sandThere’s nothing worse than losing your armShe’s been really great since I got backI’m afraid she knows I’m off the mapShe’s been trying talk inside my mouthI’ve been trying calm my conscious downThere’s nothing worse than losing your spineWhen I dream I see your dad holding your throatHis face up to your ear he screaming “I’ve been shot”Bank on a your life, evolved by your commandYou’ll find the painful prize of watching it unhingeYou, you took it harder than our friendsI’m afraid you’re spiraling againRan into your family at the goLooked like they’d been living with a ghostThere’s nothing worse than poverty lineI can hardly look at her that wayNaked bodies haven’t looked the sameI can’t tell her why she’s gotta stopToo ashamed to open that one knotThere’s worse than being intertwinedYou’ve been dreaming I’m the dad you never hadHaven’t out of body visions of my deathBank on a catered life, that bends for your demandsExpect the painful prize of watching it unhingeI remember back when we were kidsLife without a paralyzingNow we get together in a glassHardly speak to watch the silence passThere’s nothing worse than silent alarmWe were trying awkwardly to sleepDetailed out your plan on my my machineThey still astounded in the darkShocked that it had finally fallen apartThere’s nothing worse than losing your mindI’ve been dreaming of this unrelenting loveDepreciated gasping towards a new unknownIt was a trusted ride before the water frozeI found the painful prize is rowing it aloneDrove out to the desert in your vanDrank some gasoline and made love to your handCursed your God below for what he’d doneBefore you sucked a bullet from your father’s gunThere’s nothing worse than losing your lifeAt your funeral she took my handPlaced it on the baby in your lapI’ve been trying my best to find my peaceThey both look like criminals to meThere’s nothing worse than trusting a lieWhen I dream I see your body inside hersWhen I wake I see your face call it offThe less you care for it the less it has to growI can’t abandon it and watch it turn to smokeRecently I’m working on myselfStarting to convince myself it helpsThere’s nothing wrong with being alive www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20