Scab Song Lyrics

Our time is but a currency of arbitrary weight

The shoreline to my memory, a sickly sallow grey

Like the pebble-sanded beaches of Eureka and Humboldt Bay

I'd glass the whole Pacific Northwest yesterday

There's a favor I must ask of you

There's a fever in my bones

So turn the mattress heater off

Let me wallow in the cold

I don't want much to feel better

I'm just glad I feel at all

So I keep moving through it all

I will peel all your peaches for you

Take every pit out from your stone fruits

Let your favorite records become my favorite records

I will attempt to keep from crying

I'm just tired of all my loved ones dying

I let your father's songs become my favorite songs

I hope you know how much I love you

And nothing will ever take me from you

Let my favorite records become your favorite records

I did my best to keep her happy

I did my best to keep her healthy

I hope my songs were some of Maisy's favorite songs

There's a favor I must ask of you

There's a fever in my bones

So turn the mattress heater off

Let me wallow in the cold

I don't want much to feel better

I don't want to feel at all

But I keep moving through it all

Our time is but a currency of arbitrary weight

The shoreline to my memory, a sickly sallow grey

Like the pebble-sanded beaches of Eureka and Humboldt Bay

I'd glass the whole Pacific Northwest yesterday

There's a favor I must ask of you

There's a fever in my bones

So turn the mattress heater off

Let me wallow in the cold

I don't want much to feel better

Why do I have to feel at all?

I keep moving through it all

I'll stop picking blisters off my hands

Stop letting scars revert to scabs

And do my best to finally be a better man

I'll stop picking blisters off my hands

Stop letting scars revert to scabs

And do my best to finally be a better man

I'll stop picking blisters off my hands

Stop letting scars revert to scabs

And do my best to finally be a better man

(I heard your voice in the hall

I heard you echoing all night long)

I'll stop picking blisters off my hands

Stop letting scars revert to scabs

And do my best to finally be a better man

(I heard your voice in the hall

I heard you echoing all night long)

I heard your voice in the hall

I heard you echoing all night long

I heard your voice in the hall

I heard you echoing all night long

I just want to make a promise that I know that I can keep

But Lord, I never felt a feeling that I couldn't bury deep

So we must have a frank discussion about

When we take our final greatest sleep

With a modicum of shame, I face the fact that loved ones die

It may be mere moments from now, or years on down the line

Either way, I must take measures

To ensure that some small part of them

Survives