Of The Mountains - Dan Deacon

Been round this road so many times

Feel like its skin is part of mine

This taste of milk is almost gone

Still got my shame, but not for long

Been wrong so many times before

But never quite like this

And oh, it rained, but the rain all turned to piss

I hope to make it home one day

I doubt that day will come

I know, by now, that my days they’re all gone