I don’t got what I deserve but I don’t want it anyway
These thoughts keep drifting further and further
I keep sinking lower and lower
I can’t believe it’s gotten this bad

I think these thoughts – they come to me
There’s coyotes howling in the valley
Rest assured, are you so sure, of anything anymore, 
Are you so sure, of anything anymore
Are you so sure, of anything anymore

Two broken bones, one bloody nose
Though I’m quite sure I deserved that
I don’t believe in anything that I can understand
I’m slowly dealing with the past
I’m working on this low-key deathwish

Day to day like cats to heaven
I hope that I am on the guest list
But if I die before I wake I’ll sure come back a horse or something
I’ll sure come back a horse or something
A horse or something

One by one we count to ten
& one by one we go to bed
We miss the dead like everyday
It takes some time to learn to say
"They’re dead and gone, and they’re not coming back"
"They’re dead and gone, and they’re not coming back"

But still I have this one strange dream 
Where Sam is waving down at me
He’s watching over all his friends
And family, especially Pete 
The Patron Saint of Small Town Healing
The Patron Saint of Small Town Healing
The Patron Saint of Small Town Healing

Patron Saint Of Small Town Healing

LILACS

Folk, lo-fi, experimental, somber, desert music

LILACS

Thomas Furr

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