one drop of water and the lake still shakes
stomping my boots but the mud's still caked
i gotta find a way to let this go
a pile of bricks sticking to my chest
weighing me down they will not decongest
i tried to kill this ache but still it grows
 
how do i breathe now there's no air in my lungs
how do i climb down this ladder's out of rungs
how do i slow down when all i ever did was
all i ever did was run
 
should i be drinking now, well probably not
order a whiskey, cause it's worth a shot
maybe i'll drown this fear before it drowns me
trouble with worry is it won't get gone
cause you can never put your finger on
something you feel but you can not see

one drop of water and the lake still shakes

*co-written with Veronica May (music)
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i ran my sweaty palms through messy tangled hair
i was a nervous schoolgirl at the science fair
i smiled hard with extra teeth so i could hide the way
the lump in my throat despised this pile of paper mache
 
the project baffled me, worked hard as i projected
tinkered with chemistry, results were unexpected
i felt fear in safety goggles, couldn’t calculate the quote
maybe too much vinegar, maybe too much baking soda
 
my volcano
now she's holding her breath, she's swallowing her pride
my volcano
is a mountain of words that just got tongue-tied
my volcano
she's glorious, she's dangerous, she's dormant and she's still
my volcano
if you wait ten thousand years, she might just tell you how she feels
 
i press my legs to chest, my knees cradle my ear
i'm an anxious woman, stretching my neck toward mt. ranier
i whisper soft with extra air so she can hear me say
i feel you bubbling underneath, i feel it every day
 
i am no longer shocked by the lack of an eruption
one day i will know, but for now there's no relief in self-destruction
for birds are nesting in her nooks, and humans hike her trails i feel kinship with a mountain that chooses not to melt

DRUM VERSION HERE

snake skin is what i've been living in
no appendages or opposable thumbs
just a head and tale that won't stop spinning
snake skin is what i've been living in
just wide eyes and a poisonous tongue
and i don't even know where all this venom came from
 
and it's so damn sad
losing all you thought you had
and it makes me weep
cause i just wanted to keep my snake skin so bad
 
snake skin is what i've been living in
my muscles clench and i might bite
but it's my only protection
snake skin is what i've been living in
swallowing more than i can chew
just gotta learn to let it move through

Verse: E A7 E F
Chorus: E A7 E A7 (end on F)

it is the season, the season of hunting
i’ve got a target on my back
I’m getting ready, getting my guns out
cause i’m the one who will attack
i’ve got a sharp shot, i’ve got a keen eye
i’m gonna take you down this time
but i am a slow beast, wounded already
alone in the meadow of my mind
 
i’m hunting myself now
i’m putting myself down
running away from my own gun
i’m open fire here
there’s no getting away dear
hunting myself, there’s nowhere to run
 
four in the am, still wide awake and
letting the tape spin in my head
what if i lose her all over again
what if the cancer kills him dead
why can’t i fix it, why can’t i forget
why am i scared and sad and stunned
the night is a vast sea, the water is glassy
and i am a pacing, sitting duck

​just a junkyard dog trying to stake my claim
confined canine, collar and chain
i can smell for miles, but no one would know
got no tail to wag, got no room to grow
 
just a junkyard dog, and it just ain't right
practice my bark, just never my bite
and if you were to tell me, i just wouldn't believe
that the sharpest teeth were named after me
 
just a junkyard dog, they got me on a leash
they keep my alive, give me just enough to eat
when i'm just about to starve, and die all alone
they throw me some fat and watch me gnaw on the bone
 
just a junkyard dog, i'm starting to use my wits
cause there's gotta be more to life than sleeping where you shit
got a bright idea, yeah it's common sense
gonna dig a big hole right under the fence
 
just a junkyard dog, and i got no excuse
cause i'm skinny enough to ditch this noose
i'm ready to go, but still I wait
cause there's no way to know what's beyond that gate
 
just a junkyard dog, the wolves would be ashamed
i stopped howling at the moon cause it ain't the one to blame
i sit here with the chickens cause i'm scared to be free
just a junkyard, and that's what i'll always be

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