Crushing the Gingersnap Lyrics

And I would fall forevermore

Into a slumber so gentle and tender

Taking it's share and leaving no reward

For the rabbits ensnared and the trappers prepared for the storm

How long has it been?

The motorist and the streetlamp like phantom limbs

I won't be anything, quite as unreal as what I would like to be.

Lydia, I feel so fucking sick all the damned time

This is what we wanted but could not have expected to find

All our time passing.

Lydia, I know my letters never sent, the big swallow and the waning West

Like the undertaker, never in jest, obedient before the sainthood and the priestess

There are things that I could retrieve but I would never want to know

There are things that I could retrieve but I would never want to know

Afterschool, some weekdays

Grandma would take Lydia and I

To purchase toy or game

Standing in line, across a few lanes

Bullet tore through a pineapples frame

Ringing through the aisles, unlike the capgun on stage

Announcing the solstice or selecting it's gaze

No cameraman, nor comedian

To piece together these movies and their fraying ends

Might not got a lot of what it takes to get along again