Duct Tape / Orlando

from by Andrew Dempsen



Nothing is working
I’m spinning again
Nothing Is working

Look at me now
I’m not who I wanted to be
I’m breaking my heart
But I can’t seem to change a thing

Carrying baggage from so many years
Why can’t I lay it down
So many letters I can’t seem to tear up
So many things I can’t put in the ground
I don’t know

How many drinks do I have to pour in me
Before I see it’s not working
I can’t change myself
Believe me I have tried
To pull the darkness out
Using kitchen knives
To hold my halo up
Using duct tape and zip-ties

We’re just dirty little kids
Running with our scissors
Trying to cut a hole big enough to bury
All our troubles in it

I lay down my hands
Palms on the table
This is all I’ve got
This is all I am
As crooked as I get
Now you’ve seen the worst
The best
This is all I am
This is all I have

But if this means nothing
Than I have nothing
And I’m gone

If Jesus means nothing
If Jesus means nothing at all
Then I’m gone

It’s all I have

So come on lets go home
Lay down this bullshit
All the pain killers
All the tourniquets
Tear em’ off
You don’t need them anymore
And I’m talking to myself.


from Good Morals and High Standards, released August 4, 2017



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