Upswing - Tom Harrell

Maybe better you than me You're much weaker you're more clumsy When I forfeit my patience to you So maybe you've had too much wine Piggy's flushed up ankles swe

Dear diary as you can see the pen's drinking And it's an ornery little thing And it's dreadful dreadful dreadful Dear diary my sweet body will turn on me Say pr

I laid my black heart on the table It may just make itself at home Cut short your cord length on the phone Your smoke alarms and barred windows Can't save your

Grandfather burned up to ash and returned to the earth which spawned This nefarious prank that's controlled by the length of his arms And the kindred is gathere

Heads up now they're coming for you Slip to the basement my how you've grown Are you ready and willing Are you are you Cain and able I'm 26 and time is running