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Me in 20 Years [Live From Blackalachia]
by Moses Sumney
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Hey, after all these years
I'm still here
Fingers outstretched
With your imprint in my bed
A pit so big I lay on the edge
Will love let me down again? Oh no
No it won't get in, I'm left wonderin'
If it's written on my urn that I'd burn alone
Like a star
I wonder how I'll sleep at night
With a cavity by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I
Hold out for more time?
Hey, me in twenty years
Does your milk still turn to rot too soon?
Do you still hoard souvenirs
And make them mirrors of sentimental veneer?
I wonder how I'll sleep at night
With a cavity by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I
Hold out
A little bit more
Little bit longer, a little bit more
Little bit longer, a little bit more
Little bit longer, just a little bit more
A little bit longer, a little bit more
A little bit longer, a little bit more
Little bit longer, a little bit more
Little bit longer
And I wonder how I'll sleep at night
With a cavity right by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride of mine
Is it laced within my DNA
To be braced in endless January
Have I become the cavity I feared?
Ask me in twenty years
Hey, after all these years
I'm still here
Fingers outstretched
With your imprint in my bed
A pit so big I lay on the edge
Will love let me down again? Oh no
No it won't get in, I'm left wonderin'
If it's written on my urn that I'd burn alone
Like a star
I wonder how I'll sleep at night
With a cavity by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I
Hold out for more time?
Hey, me in twenty years
Does your milk still turn to rot too soon?
Do you still hoard souvenirs
And make them mirrors of sentimental veneer?
I wonder how I'll sleep at night
With a cavity by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I
Hold out
A little bit more
Little bit longer, a little bit more
Little bit longer, a little bit more
Little bit longer, just a little bit more
A little bit longer, a little bit more
A little bit longer, a little bit more
Little bit longer, a little bit more
Little bit longer
And I wonder how I'll sleep at night
With a cavity right by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride of mine
Is it laced within my DNA
To be braced in endless January
Have I become the cavity I feared?
Ask me in twenty years
