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letra de fingerteeth - davidcrypt

whispering to dragonflies
and mixing apples with peanut b-tter
twice as many stars up in the sky
and more people talking to each other
outside, soon you’ll come to find
the moon matches all the whites in our eyes
all the same, i know this week will fade, rainy days
only really got the cycle to blame

finish work, always in the dirt, but it wash off
hammer to the game, make it break like asphalt
pink th-rns from the green stem, sharp? i can’t tell
dull to the metal, threw my keys in the wishing well

yellow t–th, crest white paste make my mouth bleach
sticky fingers got me feeling like i’m holding ice cream, icing
blew away the air, like the blue wind
don’t get to choose when we start but we always begin

mirrors on my fingers, as above so below
i’ma walk till my feet hurt, and walk til i don’t
my fingers turn yellow and my nails start to grow
trails growing longer as i start to walk home
ghosts in my backpack and spirits on the phone
sleepwalk to my bedroom, awake in the cold
eight feet tall, there’s something i want to ask and know
why do my t–th turn yellow but my fingernails don’t?
forgive me, all the trees forgive me
and the rocks on the sand form mouths and start talking
saying, “if you walk this path you can never go back”
but i got nothing to lose, so i walk on the sand
winding through the forest, turning a left and a right
lord please forgive me cause i think it’s time
i’m a thousand miles away from anyone, out of sight
let my chest concave and my eyeb-lls dry out

something in the water, spring valley, makes my throat itch
scent from my childhood reaches me then it vanish
take the time for the grace, thankful that my life’s working
dropping off my friends, i’m so thankful for my family

recall my grandpas house and the hot metal swing set
going down the metal slide was sure to burn my hand in
sh-t i used to hate, now i wish i could go back then
oh to have the innocence we had as children

split at birth, like born into two
feel the hairs on my arms stand up at you
unsettled by the earth, feel the beauty, see the false too
deadpan living state, scooped up like a vacuum

little things, notice pores open on my flesh now
brush my t–th three times, the stones don’t wanna white out
two rights equal a wrong, why does it cancel out?
feeling too old, asking god to please put me down
mirrors on my fingers as above so below
i’ma walk till my feet hurt and walk til i don’t
my fingers turn yellow and my nails start to grow
trails growing longer as i start to walk home
ghosts in my backpack, and spirits on the phone
sleepwalk to my bedroom, awake in the cold
eight feet tall, there’s something i want to ask and know
why do my t–th turn yellow but my fingernails don’t?

forgive me, all the trees forgive me
and the rocks on the sand form mouths and start talking
saying, if you walk this path you can never go back
but i got nothing to lose, so i walk on the sand
winding through the forest turning a left and a right
lord please forgive me cause i think it’s time
i’m a thousand miles away from anyone, out of sight
let my chest concave and my eyeb-lls dry out

- davidcrypt

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