Porch Talk (Sandy Mush Version)

Why am I alive
When the ether
Is filled with nothing ghosts?

And how have I survived
Long enough to
Taste the dirt behind the comfort food

That I eat through the night
As though the cake might
Kiss my head and tuck me in?

When the truth is a bitter tonic
There's no hand to gently push the anxious ape

What did you do with all your time?
A cloud of
Angst in your half-baked mind

Appeared every night
Like a
Radiator's hiss in winter

And I suppose it's fine
No sense in beating
Yourself into a bloody pulp

Those hеavy feelings, they're not danger
But a linе
That holds a person in their frame

If I press my
Face into the wall I might uncover your hidden hands so gentle
Not just coldness
But a place where weather's call is mild and I can find your call for me

Once when I was a child
In school I
Cried as though my mom had died

I knew that she was fine
But the image
Took command of my small mind

And I didn't even try
To hold the tears in
I wanted to sink into the swamp

And let the water fill my insides
I swam
And became a frog in the murkiness

If I press my
Face into the wall I might uncover your hidden hands so gentle
Not just coldness
But a place where weather's call is mild and I can find your call for me

When I press my
Face into the wall I might uncover your hidden hands so gentle
Not just coldness
But a place where weather's call is mild and I can find your call for me

Call for me

But are you calling for me?