Fog

Don't jump, baby
I know the fog's rollin in
You can't see for the soot in your eye
Can't smell or taste or touch
Everything hurts, it does
I know, baby, I know

There's no warnin label,
no cautionary tale
When heartbreak comes
it's tornado swift and deadly
Sucked the air out your lungs,
tore the floor from your feet
You're grasping at ledges now,
the only concrete in the house

Don't jump, baby
I know the fog's creepin close
When they say a soul's dark night
they ain't talkin curtains,
or blankets of midnight

It's aftermath
Comes in the wake of storm
It's quiet and coiled,
creeps in your mouth when you sleep,
scratches your eyes while awake
Wears you down, down, down
like a hunted fox by a pack of hounds

Makes you feel like jumpin
is the best way to go
But it ain't, baby, it ain't the way to go
Cause when the fog clears and all that soot
is out your eye
You'll see us standin here,
holding you up in the empty house

It's silent now
Pain throbbin like a crater in your chest
Just breathe slow, baby
Just breathe

And when you feel like pitching forward
straight into the dark
Lean back against me instead,
wait for the fog to lift

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