marys got drugs that she takes in doses and i suppose that they make her feel better
they fill her up with lots and lots of thoughts that get lost in the froth on the tip of her kisser
we stay inside where its nice and dry while the clouds cry and the world gets wetter
and we're so happy or maybe we're sad we don't know
mary picks roses by the dozens from the green green garden that the neighbors planted
she plucks off their petals and offers them as medals to the kids that pin them on their parkas and sweaters
the clouds assemble and the sky resembles marshmellows in a blender with an egg yellow center
and we're so dreamy or maybe we're lucid we don't know
mary laughs and she overdoes it like she always does but it makes me feel better
she fills me up with lots and lots of love but its just not enough so she gives up early
we catch a peak and try not to blink at all the pretty things we shouldn't see so prematurely
and i'm so afraid or maybe fascinated i don't know
mary stares as she overdoses now i suppose you'll never get the chance to meet her
a rush of love that comes and floods her blood is just enough to make her wanna feel this way forever
and all the while her beauty rivals the smile of a child that is learning to remember
and we're so high or maybe we're low we don't know
from
The Mary EP,
released August 12, 2011
joe chang - guitar, singing
andrew woodward - drums, guitar, singing
chris lee - bass, singing
faith callaway - singing
evan hill - singing