Words Get in the Way - Matt Pryor

A crooked mile

Between the house and gate

At the time it seemed the distance was appropriate

Seep a while

Just like an open wound

Won’t break a tear for all the years you have ahead of you.

Youuuu

Don’t know what to say

'cause the words get in the way, they do

(Everything will be fine)

Don’t know what to say

'cause the words get in the way, they do

(everything will be fine)

Put your paper down

Your letter of the law

Name your prices

There’s no silence for the things I saw

I might be amazed

But I am not amused

I will not forgive the privileges

That you abused.

Abused

A piece of past

I’ll never get to own

You buried on your property those years ago

I’ll never die, I’ll never decompose

I can’t return them to the earth

'cause you won’t let them go