In the Afterthoughts (Steve Albini Mix)

if there’s any way out of this . . .

I don’t know how these things work

I’m just tired

I see fire; I’m already burned

it comes in waves

I see you and I hope for a better past

waves

I see me, still the hopeful iconoclast

icy cold in the afterthoughts

icy cold in the afterthoughts

if you’d ever been dropped like this

you’d be suffering all your days

no, I’m fine

I see water; I’ll be okay

it comes in waves

I see you and I hate who I used to be

waves

I still live in this body; yeah, I’m still me

icy cold in the afterthoughts

icy cold in the afterthoughts

it comes in waves

it comes in waves

I see you and lose sight of who I’ve become

waves

I see me and remember where guts come from

icy cold in the afterthoughts

icy cold in the afterthoughts