Echo

If wine is liquid courage
Then coffee is liquid hope
I write some more tragic bullshit
And then I wash my mouth with soap
I wish that I had a baby
I wish I had a better memory
I wish that emotions came on like equations
But I’m plagued by melodies
And so I catch them in my head
And my heart and my hands and my legs
There’s a well from my throat to the tip of my toes
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep, dark, and wet

And I echo, I echo, within myself
Somebody save me
I echo, I echo, within myself
Somebody save me

I banish all the mirrors from my house
I put tape on the webcams too
I don’t wanna catch myself around here
Around here there’s just no room
Most things I can’t remember
Some things I can’t forget
There’s a well from my throat to the tip of my toes
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep and dark and wet
It runs deep, dark, and wet

And I echo, I echo, within myself
Somebody save me
I echo, I echo, within myself
Somebody save me
I echo, I echo
Somebody save me