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House Party

from Undertaking by Stimmerman

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Crowded room
And every shadow is shaped
Just like you

When I need in here is some deaf
And disembodied ear
Where I lose my lips
And let the wind carry out forbidden quips
About getting sick
But still sheltering skins born twice as thick

And sometimes I don’t know where my body goes

When snakes shed skin
They start at the lips
And we called that “sin”

So I slither out
Another night made of gentle, frightened doubt
About grief and lust
And the shape that they take
out of us

But I hold that in.
Let manners be the thief of sin

And sometimes I don’t know where my body goes

At my parents’ house
I fall on my knees and I let it out
That horrid sound
Like the world tightening around my mouth

Or that sound subdued
Like cracking wood
Or a breathing tube

In the dark I choose
There is nothing in this night but you
There is nothing in this night but you
There is nothing in this night.

And sometimes I don’t know where my body goes.

If I lost my mind for you?
Then I lost the mind that I needed to.

If I lost my mind for you, then I lost the mind that I needed to.

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from Undertaking, released May 26, 2023

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