I can’t wash away the hopeless history Of our cracking ribs and biting teeth and your hand on my knee
All my tasty marrow I want to give away But my blood just pumps through my veins So my skin won’t decay
August was a lifetime I’m not living anymore I tell myself that a warm bed Is a warm bed Is a warm body
Later in the car you hold my hand and say it’s hard You say that circumstance is driving wedges stronger than we are
Crawling up the crashing coast you let it burn out fast But for something to be good It doesn’t always have to last
August is a lifetime I’m not living anymore And I tell myself that a warm bed Is a warm bed Is a warm body I tell myself that a warm bed Is a warm bed Is a warm body
But I can’t wash away the hopeless history Or the stupid, honest, drunken bliss We found in lukewarm bathtub water