THE FYNCHES

Dandy From Home

Crawling around in a tiger hat and temporary tattoos
Pulled myself up with straps I fashioned from my father’s boots
I’m dancing with my laces tied together

I’m walking in the same skin I wore ten years ago
Same blisters on my ankles from my dress shoes walking home
And I’m dancing with my legs in the river

I’m sick of breathing
I’m sick of being
I’m sick
And I have to do it all again in the morning
I’ve made mountains
I’ve made thousands
I’ve brought them down
In flames of gunpowder

Don’t call me the devil just cause I envy the walls I trapped myself in
A honeycomb that’ll break in two if I just rest my hand
What’s an hour, what’s a day
What’s one more minute anyway

I know what true sin is, wasting the life you were given
Searching for your keys you left outside in the ignition
I’m dancing
The battery’s dead and I’m still dancing

I’m sick of breathing
I’m sick of being
I’m sick
And I have to do it all again in the morning
I’ve made mountains
I’ve made thousands
I’ve brought them down
In flames of gunpowder

I’m sick of breathing
I’m sick of being
I’m sick
And I have to do it all again in the morning
I’ve made mountains
I’ve made thousands
I’ve brought them down
In flames of gunpowder