Dirt
 作词 : Julien Baker/Mackenzie Scott
 作曲 : Julien Baker/Mackenzie Scott
You were shouting through the screen door
With my back turned towards you in the driveway
I said, "What the hell you gotta scream at me for?"
You said, "You aren't gonna listen any other way"
Now I'm laid out on the sidewalk
You're my first dial after last call
Ringing you up just to shit-talk till I pass out
If you ask how I've been doing, I won't lie
More than half the time, I'm only skatin' by
Waiting for the ice to melt beneath me
Why do I keep at it?
Sometimes it makes me feel better
Sometimes it makes me feel worse
Used to think that it was magic
Now I'm sure that it's a curse
Spend your whole life gettin' clean
Just to wind up in the dirt
Got a shortcut in to paradise that's killin' me, but I still gotta try to get there first
You were swinging for the fences
You were running over every cup
Now you're stuck back diggin' ditches
And still can't decide if you've run out of luck
'Cause it feels like winning tickets at the arcade
Just to trade them in for stuff
That you don't want and you don't need
But all that you can take never feels like enough
Sometimes it makes you feel better
Sometimes it makes you feel worse
Used to think that it was magic
Now you're sure that it's a curse
Spend your whole life gettin' clean
Just to wind up in the dirt
Got a shortcut in to paradise that's killin' me, but I still gotta try to get there first