Sheep, Dog (feat. Astra King)

Lethargic livestock in a field

Swallowed by swarms of summer flies

As the seasons change she will remain

Just waiting there to die

Rabid sheepdogs circle 'round

Hot wire fence keeps her inside

Resigned to naught, her silence fraught

She's sick of waiting for a sign

Summer malaise

Stuck in the deep South

One of these days

I'm gonna get out

Atticus will pray for me

He hopes I can be saved

I think we've known each other

Since 2008

Southerly extends her hand

But I don't want her help

How could she ever get me

When I don't get myself?

Summer malaise

Stuck in the deep South

One of these days

I'm gonna get out

Out of the cave

Fleeing the compound

Riddled with bullets

I'm lying face down

A man is burning brush on the other side of town

I hope the fire spreads and burns the farmland to the ground

I pray to god you shut up and talk about it

You bite the hand that would dare to feed you solace

No I don't get it, but I could try, I promise

Come on, be honest

(2, 3, 3)

Remember

When we

(Hey Cassie)

We were just learning our Psalms

Hands tied together with yarn

Oh did I do something wrong?

Or maybe it's just

Summer malaise

Stuck in the deep South

One of these days

I'm gonna get out

Out of the cave

Fleeing the compound

Riddled with bullets

I'm lying face down