Nat Harvie’s Birthday

I will not build some fantastic new home town to trap you
Though i know that i could and string all of our lovers along
And this is me singing and knowing i'm meant to be tacit
While by math i'm exactly half of the man that you are

But i won't let anyone cut your arms up
I won't let anyone cut your hands up

And i'm going to marry a crane going to marry a magnate
I'm going to spit out the blood flowing into my mouth
I'm going to smoke till i die but i won't take no cancer
I'll be living forever so long as not everything hurts

Oh bad wet tinder
Oh fatal curviture
Oh triple holy waning
Oh lightness of morning

But i won't let anyone cut your arms up
I won't let anyone cut your hands up

And you hide in your bed like a virgin
Might come to collect something
So our kids can't afford any vowels in their names
And soon we'll be dragging a knife through
The ground from vancouver to nyc
For to capture a chorus and send it back to hell

Today is my birthday
Tomorrow is my birthday
And the next day is my birthday
And the next day is my birthday

And i won't let anyone cut your arms up
I won't let anyone cut your hands up