Sky Blue, Bad News

Another couple weeks go by And the creek gets higher I'm getting covered up in bites The bugs will suck you dry up here There's a notch on the tip of my tongue No warning hiss before it spits Can I suck it back in, all the things I've ever said? And I make a cross with the nail on my thumb to stop the itch, but it persists And I make amends to everyone that I left standing While time's clicking like a fan and I'm sticking in my hand And the sky is bright blue, waiting on bad news And I make amends and fake it whеn I count the dead And I make amеnds to everyone that I left standing Shana says to take the year "Shutter up, keep your head down, don't let it strip you bare" And maybe I'll be better in a year And maybe I'll deserve it then And I make amends and fake it when I count the dead And I make amends to everyone that I left standing Did I shirk something? Did I hurt someone? Was I ever any good? I know, I know, I know I was Was I ungrateful? I was, I was, I was, I was Was I ungrateful? I was, I was, I was, I was I was, I was, I was, I was I was, I was, I was, I was, I was