Morning In May - All Of My Falling Outs End With A Shovel Lyrics

They got sweet talks, I got sugarcoats
This insulin's my only hope
Like wasted glue on heartbreak and sorrow
Duct tape and truth will hold 'til tomorrow
And the holidays are just foreplay
Leading up to what never came
So I'll punch out and I'll hit the showers
All this abuse and not enough hours

This minimum-wage
Mixes with coming-of-age
And I'm lost in my whereabouts is about where I stay
What one calls scars
Are tallies on my arm
And I mean this metaphorically
But make up does a lot it seems

(Chorus)
A fistful of bliss
Something in the distance
Swears I'm gonna miss this
Like what you take
I'm a Christmas Eve at home
Spent under the tree alone
Or Halloween going as our mistakes

I fell in love with falling out of
Putting in what I don't get out from
Soul supports are empty chairs
The ones we want are never there
Grab a shovel for the trouble
Dig yourself out of this rubble
Be your own safety net
When they cut holes in your silhouette

This minimum-wage
Mixes with coming-of-age
And I'm lost in my whereabouts is about where I stay

(Chorus)

What one calls scars
Are tallies on my arm
And I mean this metaphorically
But make up does a lot
Pretty poetic how
My skin has a thread count
Contemplate what I want more
No fingernails or basement doors

A fistful of bliss
Your voice in the distance
Says "shut up and listen"

(Chorus)
A fistful of bliss
Something in the distance
Swears I'll fucking miss this
Like what you take
I'm a Christmas Eve at home
Spent under the tree alone
Or Halloween going as my mistakes