Drunk Mouth Kitchen Smile - The Lawrence Arms

Concerning confrontations

This is a shy and quiet morning

The sleeping dogs awoke last night

The thunder scares them, stiff eyed

Exercise your exorcisms

Anchor down, raise the sail

Autumn night, stay soft and cool

Come morning light, I’ll be gone

Spectators are tired of watching

They’re filing out the big top doors

I’m buried in the smell of circus

Those dark clouds are rolling in

Drunken mouth kitchen smile

Please summon me softly to sleep

We never talk, we only speak

Today I’ve seen a dragon

On the ripped up, worn out armrest

Stay back, this skin is laced with sticks of dynamite

I’ll be burning out like a shooting star

A thousand pretty lights assail these sinking feelings

I should be on trial for everything I haven’t done