Cul-de-Sac
CHRIS ECKMAN
Two years since it snowed
The streets are slush and dirt
They bleed like strangers
When you first came home
There were seashells in your eyes
We took things real slow
But now, you've bought their bill of goods
It's the same old shit
'Cept the end is quick
You seem to love it on your lips
If you could just stand up
We'd rise forever
Cul-de-sac
Better watch your back
My heart's a dead-end
All memory is cursed
The river use to freeze
We walked on thick ice
And rememberin' is worse
I've lived to save the dead
And not the livin'
Cul-de-sac
Better watch your back
My heart's a dead-end
Flint n' bone n' tin
Ya' started stut-te-rin' again
Knife prayers n' blistered nerves
The last words that you heard
As you loosened from the world
Can I get a witness?